The Bormann Chain

Oh, the bright young things go ape-shit crazy
Drink black water
And always malpractice with their Asiatic resignation
With their out-stretched arms
Just like Cicero
You will yet have the aura of a true murderer
Yeah, I took you for a killer
Did you take me out of kindness?
No, I am not a christian writer
Yeah, I took you for a killer
Did you take me out of kindness?
No, I am not a christian writer
But yeah, I took you for a killer
Did you take me out of kindness?
No, I am no christian writer
But yeah, I took you for a killer
But yeah, I took you for a killer
But yeah, I took you for a killer
Ha ha

All day, and everyday
I'm gathered to sack
Where the star-spangled banner play our tune
It’s a flame beauty cruelty
That upholds annuity
For the cow that jumped over the moon
Hate, don't shoot
Hate, don't shoot
Hate, don’t shoot
He's fished and fiercest when under the sun
But kingdom comes at the point of a gun
Kingdom come

He once had ten fingers
And now there are none
God machine makes me look good