American Idle

It’s a flat earth people and I want you to know
Nothing at all but what I want you to know
You can talk amongst yourselves  
But you better be talkin’ about Me

More than superhuman there’s a god in My blood
When I take a piss it’s likely to flood
And if I’m pissed at you boy
They’ll be calling you pre-history

chorus
Turn your eyes to heaven
Shout Holy Shit!
What’s coming down?
Did you think that this the first time
I’ve seen
The likes of you around?

You want a place in heaven?  What’s in it for Me?
While I roll the dice I don’t do charity
Take your chances at the altar
When bringing Me a sacrifice

You think I want your meat?  You think I want your smoke?
You think I want those sons, and daughters that you’ve choked?
It’s a piece of you I’m craving
I’ll slice you into paradise

chorus
Turn your eyes to heaven
Shout Holy Shit!
What’s coming down?
Did you think that this the first time
I’ve seen
The likes of you around?

Humanity = cockroaches, and God's ready to deal with them, ha ha!  Gavin Valentine on keyboards, bass and drums.  I'm playing the geetar and singin' this bit that's sure to earn me a blast of insecticide. Photo by Bork.