Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down
and hold yourself
Dear god do you want to climb of that tree
meat in the shape of a "T"
Dear god the paper says you were the King
in the black limousine
Dear John and all the King's men
can't put your head together again
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before the authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic and so are your brains
Dear god the sky is as blue
as a gunshot wound
Dear god if you were alive
You know we'd kill you
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before the authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic and so are your brains
