We are d___ed, and we are dead
All god's children to be sent
To our perfect place in the sun,
And in the dirt

There's a windshield in my heart
We are bugs so smeared and scarred
Could you stop the meat from stinking,
Before I swallow all of it?
Could you please...

Put me in the motorcade
Put me in the death parade
Dress me up take me
Dress me up and make me your dying god.

Angels were needles,
Poked through our eyes
Let the ugly light world in
We were no longer blind
We were no longer blind.

Put me in the motorcade
put me in the death parade
Dress me up take me
Dress me up and make me your dying god.

Now we hold the ugly head
The merry is at the bed
Cast a shadow of our perfect death
In the sun, in the dirt.

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