Captain America, where are you now? Minuteman, please show me how To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away The evils of my forefathers pale to
They came marchin' down the street in robes In the spirit of the Spanish Inquisition Guitars and trombones Mechanical monkeys make good musicians Streets
If it would disappear If it would disappear That which does not kill You makes you stronger Take a big bite of my sweet addiction Get a little closer
I have suffered For your sins But now is when My fun begins If I hit you Turn your cheek You are righteous But you are weak Orgy-Porgy, Ford and fun
You put me in the clutches of sin Making me a burning specimen Of worn animosity, just to aspire Leaving absolutely nothing behind But now it seems that
Two oaken doors Open two floors Imported marble Victorian drawers They go betweens Bucolic scenes Machiavellian And all the lesser name schemes Greyhounds
Like ravens on a scarecrow Too old to beat them off The guilt ferments Familiarity breeds contempt The yolk of faith splatters silent Harvest time, red
I must admit that when the TV set broke, I started thinking, "Oh, what's the bother anyway? What's the bother anyway?" We walked down to the nearest
Captain America, where are you now? Minuteman, please show me how To wash this blood from my hands, make it go away The evils of my forefathers pale
If it would disappear If it would disappear That Which Does Not Kill You Makes You Stronger Take a big bite of my sweet addiction Get a
I have suffered For your sins But now is when My fun begins If I hit you, Turn your cheek You are righteous, But you are weak "Orgy-Porgy,
You put me in the clutches of sin Making me a burning specimen Of worn animosity, just to aspire Leaving absolutely nothing behind But now it seems
Justification, the means are the end Doctrine and dogma, I will not relent This world a garden in need of such weeding This world a minefield in need
Like ravens on a scarecrow Too old to beat them off The guilt ferments Familiarity breeds contempt The yoke of faith splatters silent Harvest time
: I must admit that when the TV set broke, I started thinking, "Oh, what's the bother anyway? What's the bother anyway?" We walked down to the nearest
