Would our Gods have left our grubsteaks cold As advertised in Revelation? Glass jaw opens like a puppet head Sing the lullabies of iconography Sipping napalm, watching Jackie-O Scoop Johnny's memories in her bony hands Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Fascism for the people Kill the king and break his wings We stuck our snouts in stagnant troughs In love with Auschwitz We're bloodied performance of the Helter Skelter Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Fascism for the people Kill the king and break his wings This is what you should fear You are what you should fear Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Fascism for the people Kill the king and break his wings Where are all the puritans come to wash our hands? Puke boys cry and shit their pants Saturday morning suicide Kill the king and break his wings Violence for the people They always eat the hand that bleeds Fascism for the people Kill the king and break his wings