"Let's eat..."

Pagan gods throw lightning rods and anarchists plant their bombs
But it's not fun anymore no, it's just not fun anymore
And I'm approached by a girl with roses in her hand and the words "God Is Dead"
Tattooed in deep black letters like a UPC symbol across her forehead

Vultures with radar landing against my windowpane
I brush the sleep from the eyes of faces protruding from my brain
In my living room a garden grows where I can harvest my bombshells
And watch a girl being strangled with a telephone cord from the window of a cheap motel

We could all go out in a ball of flames
Die a safe death before dawn, disappear in the mortal trough
Or the sun will just melt us down the window pane
But every time I think about it, my head falls off

Do you remember the Summer of '64 when we used to twist and shout?
No, I wasn't born yet, but you can tell me about it (on your way out)
Every morning, my Zen breakfast cereal effectively drowns out the sound of distant guns
I suppose this means the United States government is secretly run by aliens

Every night I share my TV dinners
With Elvis Presley's corpse
I show up with buckets of cranial fluid
I drain off the kind of guys who wear Bermuda shorts

The ghost in the mirror knocks "RAT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT-AT!"
When you're gone, he plays Othello with your wife
And together, they're reciting Brautigan
But you must lead a very boring life

We could all go out in a ball of flames
Our bitter solitude would make us cooler than Jean-Paul Sartre
But I'm stalling like a zombie in acid rain
And every time I think about it, my head splits apart

Lashing out in rebellious arrogance
While crossing our fingers that this all sells
But this is the end we always come back to
We're still just making fun of ourselves

The words just spin in isolated nevermind
It's fashionable extinction with no unwanted hooks
We hope it's the start of a brand new life
And when the bandages come off, we can see how it looks

At the end of the rainbow, there can be no other
Than you, my apotemnophiliac lover
It burns, cuts, spews like, "AYY-AYY-AYY-AYY!"
And sounds like, "RAK-ATAK-ATAK-ATAK-ATAK-A!"

They clustered around Jesus Christ
They clustered around Darby Crash
There'll be a new Messiah along any minute now
But in the meantime, be prepared to pay in cash

We could all go out in a ball of flames
And contemplate Heaven as the last planet unloads
In the blistering fireworks, we'll go all the way
But every time I think about it, my head explodes

Big black blood clots fester in the kitchen sink
But don't you know that's just the tip of the iceberg?
We can all have a safe, warm, secure, loving family life
Just like we all gave Elizabeth Steinberg

This could all be a big, cruel experiment
I worry with each layer of my skin that sheds
Is this what they mean by a modern attitude?
Are they the ones who keep fucking with our heads?

Giant human embryos come crawling up my staircase
Like little, bloated cannibals coming to nail me down
You'll hear them grind their teeth as they ride in on their camels
You can tell me all about it if you're still around

My little Atheist girls keep their values well-aligned
They always approach mortal wreckage with a loaded camera
You can get my name and number while I bash my head into the wall
For imbeciles like this, that's great propaganda

We could all go out in a ball of flames
Die a safe death before dawn, disappear in the mortal trough
Or the sun will just melt us down the window pane
But every time I think about it, my head falls off

Clinging to the perimeters of this blazing culture
Slinging mud at Heaven's gate
But if the Human Race was nearly as wise as it believed itself to be
There'd be a higher suicide rate