Where I go the cancer grows; the ill wind blows; the rivers crack the dams + flush the damned out from their homes... I tie their hands + go. Where I stay, the earth decays - a harvest of abortion. I extort them, hold an auction... they fall down + pray for rain. I give them scorching acid 'til they learn the reason why... Why? I'm not saying! Me! I throw the first grenade... Me! I light the barricades... My way! And did you see my lips move in the waxworks... Did I catch your eye? Or did I serenade you in a dream? You can't specify my name, though you know you've got my number. Mine's the face you can't remember. Go back to the mirror - look again. And where I turn the fire burns. And where I sleep, the widows weep + when I point a finger the assassin creeps + triggers pandemonium. I drove the train to Dachau, wore the hood of Ku Klux Klan. I carve the cross into a bloody sword; I slice off the hand that feeds you - cook it slowly, lick it clean. I put it in my pie - don't you want to know the reason WHY? |
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