Lyrics
Make a mockery of the courts, receive your sentence, and take the fall.
The Strata Council sees your face and decides to declare you 'a doll.'
That's ok, yes it's fine
You've been the same, most every time
A sick priest will learn to last forever
Molly begets herself.
She plans a merger with The Scene.
An insider breathes word of this and, surprise!, it turns to steam
That's ok, yes it's fine
He's been the same, most every time
A sick priest will learn to last forever
Founding Fathers, oh what have you found?
Your daughter's face, a sweet embrace, and a commoner's less than sacred
Place
Take it back, there's a world underground!
In spite of Western Sacrifice, we auction off the sword.
But Damascus never asked us to write a song about being bored with Our Lady Of This Immaculate Currency
Gut yourself!
It's a one-man job on the altar of the Beast.
To make it legal, Wilhelm's bride goes bulemic at the feast.
That's ok, yes it's fine
She's been the same, most every time
A sick priest will learn to last forever
Founding Fathers, oh what have you found?