That was three years, three years spent

Passing by your window with a lot of lead

Lost under the silent season

Held to a brooding contortionist dance

Calling Satan out of leisure, now presenting

The Sultan Al-Bukhari, the prince, and his caliph

Here marks three years of—, ah, ah, ah, ah

Here marks three years of—, ugh

Here marks three years of—, ah, ah, ah, ah

Here marks four years

Four years, four years of my life lost

So why don't you come to my house?

And knock upon my door?

And if you object

Oh, if you object

It'll be by my design

As it's always been and as it'll always be

Now I buy and sell people like you

And now I buy and sell people like you

I buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell, buy and sell

And ah, fuck, I've rallied the rot, the pale, gaudy punks

And ah, fuck, I ran that bitch with the crack of a whip

And ah, fuck, I've offered a beheading, my death, their wish

And ah, fuck, for their penance, they submit a sacrament of flesh

Open fire on a crowd

Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child

Open fire on a crowd

King for a day, tomorrow a clown

When you refer to me, when you refer to me

And when you call me by name, I'll be known as Mouchette

Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette

Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette

Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette

Mouchette, Mouchette, Mouchette

Wrapped in white women, wrapped in white women

Wrapped in white women, wrapped in white women now

This torso ran its course

I said this torso ran its corso

Corso, corso, corso

And, ah fuck, I've tallied the days spent ripened to rot

And, ah fuck, I've summoned the son by the cunt of a witch

And, ah fuck, they call for bloodletting, for which I am indebted to their wish

And, ah fuck, in unison, they clamor for their leader's head

Open fire on a crowd

Here's to the fool that made a bastard of the child

Open fire on a crowd

Face down, everybody on the ground

Open fire on a crowd

Speak up, and I'll shut your fucking mouth

Open fire on a crowd

King for a day, tomorrow a clown