High Noon

Son
 Son of God
 Record in the charts
 A human cannonball
 Born
 Of virgin blood
 Your mama paid the price
 Her back against the wall
 And so they shot her into space
 Said "stick this flag into the moon"
 High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
 High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
 Son of Dracula
 I've seen the script
 I know the make-up man
 There's rats and bats and stuff
 Inside the crypt
 Inside the clean up van
 And with a stake right through the heart
 To burst a bright red blood balloon
 High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
 High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
 Don't pretend you don't know what I'm on about
 I tell you it's the end so pull your finger out
 High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
 Son
 Son of mom
 Record in the charts
 A human cannonball
 Love - There's only love
 Your mama paid the price
 Her back against the wall
 And as they spat into her face
 As though she were a brass spittoon
 The tears that fell were full of grace
 And Mary sang this very tune
 High noon - the sun reflected on its satellite
 High noon - has death affected you your appetite?
 High Noon - each day is longer than the one before
 High noon - cockroaches dancing on the kitchen floor