You were leading the worship at the Temple of Youth
The sacrificial virgin was the Beautiful Truth
Bowing and scraping to the totem pole
This mash potato is the new rock'n'roll
The river ran deeper, as deep as the wound
My colours were shining, just like a cartoon
The engines were running, running aground
My spirit was sleeping, sleeping around
Behold! The monster rises at 3:15am
With bags under his eyes he's got insomnia again
This old hole that I despise is 6 feet long and 3 feet wide
And I sink so deep not a wink of sleep
Better take a stroll outside
