Letras
We're having a party, we're burning it down
We're building an idol, he's sad, but he don't frown
He's the cream of the crop, so we're making him God
Start writing this down when I give you the nod
Them Coptic monks knew how to keep it real
That Rosicrucian thing, that Zoroastrian deal
Well, they might be wrong, they don't give a damn
Long as they don't run out of sacrificial lambs
Eat my dust, and I'll clean your clock
Eat my dust, and we'll rock
Eat my dust, and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial lamb
Madame Blavansky and her friends
Changed lead into gold and back again
Krishnamurti said, "I'll set you free
Write a check and make it out to me"
Take a look at my family tree
Every brother and sister wants something for free
You get what pay for from me, my friend
Nothing for nothing forever, amen
Eat my dust, you can touch my stole
Eat my dust and we'll rock and roll
Eat my dust and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial lamb
Smokey and the Bandit and Saddam Hussein
We're staying up late, acting insane
Along with Russell Crowe and Hafez Assad
Start taking this down when I give you the nod
The boys are all ready, they've laid out the plans
They're setting the stage for the man-made man
We've worked out the kinks in your DNA
So sayonara, kid, have a nice day
Eat my dust and I'll clean your clock
To everything, they'll tell ya, and then we'll talk
Eat my dust and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial
You can be my sacrificial lamb
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