Torchsong

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