[Verse 1:]
We're having a party
We're burning it down
We're building an idol
He's sad but he don't frown
He's the cream of the crop
So we're making him god
Start writing this down
When I give you the nod

[Verse 2:]
Them Coptic monks
Knew how to keep it real
That Zoroastrian thing
That Rosicrucian deal
Well, they might be wrong
They don't give a damn
Long as they don't run out
Of sacrificial lambs

[Chorus:]
Eat my dust
And I'll clean your clock
Eat my dust
And we'll reel and rock
Eat my dust
And I'll be your man
You can be my
Sacrificial lamb