We have faced despair and found a river there

We have faced despair and found a river there

We have sucked the fruit of disease

And found that it tasted sweet like meat gone bad

Sleep warmly under columns of light

Sleep with the fishes tonight



All alone in this recluse car

Became afraid of what we are

And what we might not be

In the land of the free



Smell the ripe budding America

Sweet-faced, straight-laced porographic actress

That's her draw

No one can believe she'd appear in this smut

Her face smiling perfect through innocent teeth

Unaware of the debauchery beneath

Face smiling perfect through innocent teeth

Unaware of the wolves running wild in her streets

In the land of the free



Get 'em up, get 'em down on their knees

All praise to Allah, he provides what we need

A Swiss precision suicide machine, and we're free

Jesus Christ, soul on ice

Sleep with the motherfucking fishes tonight