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