Soldiers Of Satan

Oh, say hello to the invisible men

Coming to town to be my friend

They're gonna be here at half past ten

Uh-oh, really then?

Maybe you'll see 'em, maybe you don't

Maybe you'll see what the others won't

Maybe they'll make you row their boat

Uh-oh, you silly goat

But I'm not ever gonna be one of those

Happy, happy people in ridiculous clothes

Wondering where all the groovy poppy grows

Looking out for the nightmare bird

Custard creaming every curd

And polishing her every turd

Uh-oh, my word

Can't we just enjoy the show

Bathing in our mirth and woe?

You know I like the status quo

Uh-oh

They will steal the song that you're humming

And you'll never see it coming

They have drum machines at the ready

To do all of your drumming, oh yeah

And if you're waiting for an answer

Be prepared to keep waiting

Some people clearly should be stopped

From ever mating

Living all their lives just hating and hating

Marching through the city with the soldiers of Satan

Where he stops, nobody knows

So put your money up your nose

Dress her up in flammable clothes

Uh-oh, there she goes

Some will say we've gone too far

Others will say we're shooting par

What's that sound inside my car?

Uh-oh, my door's ajar

We are frozen here in the blue light

Sitting ducks in a toxic pond tonight

Watching the fun boys and the good time girls unite

And for every needle click that we are graduating

There's another temple that we are desecrating

Announcing your arrival as the moon is abating

Pledging your allegiance to the soldiers of Satan

(Ah-ha) It's a really good time

(Ah-ha) And it will blow your mind

(Ah-ha) It's a really good time

(Ah-ha) Let's go

And we are breaking out and fading fast