Christmas Dinner with Pontius Pilate or A water cooler conversation with Lee Harvey Oswald
I wanna die like Jesus Christ
I wanna die like JFK
I hate rock and roll
Suicide is sunshine
Like walking into a well dug grave
Upside of a down inside looking out
I'm kicking the H and skipping down the sidewalk
The slave becomes the master as freedom is the whore
There's no secrets to hide no messages to explore
So shut-up and show me love I'm the one you're looking for..
Bleed me and leave me left at death's door..
I'm not so blinded by science and your so-called religions..
So few practice so much indecision oh such a grand illusion
no..not me..not I..I live for the next climax the next performance is due..
I see the lights are all green not red one in sight..
So hit the gas pedal and run for your life..
King of the press Queen of Misdirection the Mother of illusion
Her goal is to achieve a desired goal or effect..
Label me put me up on the shelf..
Rake me over hot coals and burn me at the stake in the streets of Rome..
Look at me mommy I've done made the coverstory..
Oh,to live in Babylon..
