With a star on my arm and a ring through my nose

Put my life in your hands and I'll lay in the road

The teevees drop and the tea gets floes

And the angel of mercy's a sinister martyr

Moon's a blot where I'm fighting to go

And I'm sick as a goat in your headlights

When you burn so brightly, side with the righteous

A rose in a rifle, a bed for a tank

And I thank you for laughing and firing a blank

When I stood right before you and wept as I sank to my knees

To my sorry, sorry knees

Prayer's a kite and there's so much to fight for

So much to die for so much to kill for

So much to hate there's so much to plate

God damn, for god sake, we're doomed

And I'm late...

So forgive me, asshole

I'm high as a kite, there's so much to fight for

So much to die for so much to kill for

So much to hate there's so much to plate

God damn, for god sake, we're damned

And I'm late...

For a very important date