Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone
It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion
So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath
It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap

We've got pretty pretty boys sucking on a cola
Money to burn, money to burn, money to burn
We got rules to protect us
Isaac and Ishmael
The magazine says it's okay
Life as a billboard
If you are the answer
We are going straight to hell

Grown in a parental fugue
(and I know, and I know, and I know and I know)
Weight loss in self respect
(and we kiss, and we kiss, and we kiss and we go)
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb us back together
(and we bomb, and we bomb, and we bomb, and we bomb)
A new way into a lost answer
(and we bomb and we!)

You could talk a little less!
And you could talk a little less!
And you could talk a little less!
And you could talk a little less!

Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone
It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion
So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath
It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap

Grown in a parental fugue
(and I know, and I know, and I know and I know)
Weight loss in self respect
(and we kiss, and we kiss, and we kiss and we go)
Bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb us back together
(and we bomb, and we bomb, and we bomb, and we bomb)
A new way into a lost answer
(and we bomb and we...leave!)

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