Hey
Oh yeah
Hey
Oh yeah
Well, I've spoke the name of the Lord in vain
In the gunpowder and flame
And I've vomited slang in porcelain
And then claimed it was champagne
And I can rhyme silk with cigarettes
I can rhyme Jack Daniels with Triumph
But no sentence I could spit could've shifted events
In the back of that Plymouth Reliant
And philosophy is calculated
To be worth its weight in air
But the way you told me to fuck myself
Well, the words had a certain flair
I hope he fits the tux
I am just a man in flux
Let me clarify things with the way I strut
So I can shout with my mouth shut, we all say
My murder, my love
What were the cookies made of?
My murder, my sweet
What kind of pills did we eat?
My murder, my love
What were the cookies made of?
My murder, my sweet
What kind of pills did we eat?
Hey
Oh yeah
Hey
Oh yeah
The machinery of lamps in the sky tonight
Unfurl above electric lies of light
C'mon, grip me tight against the wall
Where the cuss words, piss and masterpiece fight
I'm alive, through the power of explosion
Colt 45 and a busted Trojan
Motion is evidence of belief
Especially with the world's most beautiful slogan
Applause from the mannequins should be ignored
Look for the harmony of pen and sword
Statues of our heroes turn to dust
We sing to snort the dust up off the floor
Well, I hope he fits the tux
Even mountains are in flux
Let us clarify things with the way we strut
So we can shout with our mouths shut, we all say
My, my, my, my, my murder, my love
What were the cookies made of?
My murder, my sweet
What kind of pills did we eat?
My murder, my love
What were the cookies made of?
My murder, my sweet
What kind of pills did we eat?
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