Sons of Temperance

The firmament is both my enemy and my friend
One other thing’s for sure — division in my soul
Punk art person was you my son
You’re an androgynous piece of slop
Roll up! Sons of temperance
Voila! Sons of temperance
Roll up! Sons of temperance
Present crypto-moralist nation
On the night out of the valley
Of sweet silence
Dark distortions of the past
And the restructure of your new life
Firmament is both my enemy and madness
One other thing’s for sure — division in my soul
The abolition of your mind and your brain and your soul
Bell-hop
Roll up! Sons of temperance
Voila! Sons of temperance
Voila! Sons of temperance
Present crypto-moralist nation
On the night out of the valley
Of sweet silence
Dark distortions of the past
And the restructure of your new life