Chalks up another sale
Hanging extra bacon on the nail
He nurses his abrasions
Training for the last invasion

We've gotta go to the hive tonight
We've gotta go put our heads on alright

Those that'll run away from the saints
Be splattered with kisses of better made paints
And with pink drink I bear witness to the sun

Perhaps to erect a steeple of lies
The serious merchants are beating their wives
Beneath a festering moon
Thеy are dying soon
They are donе