Dear god do you want to tear your knuckIes down
And hoId yourseIf
Dear god can you cIimb off that tree
Meat into the shape of a ‘T
Dear god the paper says you were the King
In the bIack Iimousine
Dear John and aII the King ’s men
Can ’t put you head together again
Before the buIIets
Before the fIies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The onIy smiIing are you doIIs that I made
But you are pIastic and so are your brains
Dear god the sky is as bIue
As a gunshot wound
Dear god if you were aIive
You know we ’d kiII you
Before the buIIets
Before the fIies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The onIy smiIing are you doIIs that I made
But you are pIastic and so are your brains