LYRICS=
Sometimes they’re going backward
Humanity I mean
It’s the moonwalking stupidity
of a cellphone-humping teen
The World I see right now
is all flashbang murder glitz
It’s in the eyes gone mad
with the giggles and shits
It’s like that ugly Birkin bag
of an old refurbished hag
seen beneath the showbiz lights
When the male escort is stoned
and photographed by TMZ,
and all your thoughts are zoned
into empty storage units
where you hide the nasty parts
that conceals the eerie absence
of all those missing hearts
I tumbled to it early
when I read the calling card
that tells you what will happen
when you give it to them hard
Here comes the sweet death angel
with a glass of Jim Jones Juice
They serve it when your bath is warm,
and then you drop a deuce
The hangman sees a lot of things
He’s got a front row seat
It’s just a job, is what he says,
but the wind-up is a treat
and you have to hold their feet
All they want is mindless sex
which isn’t hard to find
when the person you are screwing
proves that they don’t have a mind
It’s no different than service dogs
that do just what they’re told
When you live inside a world like that
Your Hell... is getting old
One day I’ll go to israel
where demons eat the young
I’ll write a song of evil
and listen while it’s sung
by people with no real concern
about who lives or dies
They are holohoax survivors
of a legend built on lies
Here comes the sweet death angel
with a glass of Jim Jones Juice
They serve it when your bath is warm,
and then you drop a deuce
The hangman sees a lot of things
He’s got a front row seat
It’s just a job, is what he says,
but the wind-up is a treat
and you have to hold their feet
oh! How them bones will rattle
as they remember ancient lust
which brought the end they suffered
when it all returned to dust
Some say it’s just a fading dream
of dancing hungry ghosts
It’s the cabin by the stream
that I still miss the most
Oh! I know it doesn’t matter
We create it all with thought
if we resonate with God
That’s what our Love has wrought
I will not miss a single thing
That’s going on down here
I only came to do his will
and then... to disappear
Some will say I was a fool
And they are probably right
As I leave here in a spiral,
And then vanish into light
Here comes the sweet death angel
with a glass of Jim Jones Juice
They serve it when your bath is warm,
and then you drop a deuce
The hangman sees a lot of things
He’s got a front row seat
It’s just a job, is what he says,
but the wind-up is a treat
and you have to hold their feet
Don’t forget to hold their feet.
