on silver mount zion
all burried in ruins
we was dancing the horro
until we vomited black

spinning like crazy
Sheshana was jonesin'
the towers had fallen
and the wind called out
my grandfather's name

let's kill first the banker
with his proffesional demenor
let's televise and broadcast
the raping of kings
let our crowds be fed on
tear gas and plate glass
'cause the people united
is a wonderfull thing

I know that your dying
and I know I'm unwell
and together we sashay
through variations of hell
as you walk through clouds of fire
the love in my head was never real

oh don't be afraid
though the parade
will not pass our way
it's nobler to never get paid
than to bank on shit and dismay