(Warren Zevon and Larry Klein)

We're having a party

We're burning it down

We're building an idol

He's sad but he don't frown

He's the cream of the crop

So we're making him god

Start writing this down

When I give you the nod



Them Coptic monks

Knew how to keep it real

That Rosicrucian thing

That Zoroastrian deal

Well, they might be wrong

They don't give a damn

Long as they don't run out

Of sacrificial lambs



Eat my dust

And I'll clean your clock

Eat my dust

And we'll reel and rock

Eat my dust

And I'll be your man

You can be my

Sacrificial lamb



Madame Blavansky

And her friends

Changed lead into gold

And back again

Krishnamurti said,

"I'll set you free

Write a check

and make it out to me"



Take a look

At my family tree

Every brother and sister

Wants something for free

You get what pay for

From me, my friend

Nothing for nothing

Forever, amen



Eat my dust

You can touch my stole

Eat my dust

And we'll rock and roll

Eat my dust

And I'll be your man

You can be my

Sacrificial lamb



Smokey and the Bandit

And Saddam Hussein

Were staying up late

And acting insane

Along with Russell Crowe

And Hafez Assad

Start taking this down

When I give you the nod



The boys are all ready

They've laid out the plans

They're setting the stage

For the man-made man

We've worked out the kinks

In your DNA

So sayonara, kid

Have a nice day



Eat my dust

And I'll clean your clock

Eat my dust

And we'll reel and rock

Eat my dust-