Cult

[Jon Parkin:]
Cigarettes
Have killed
Millions

I wish I would
Have thought of that
What the fuck smells like
Tooth loss in here?

We've got lamb on the door
Waiting for the angel
We've got lamb on the door
Waiting for the angel

Walking
Through blood
Knee high

I wish I would
Have thought of that
What the fuck smells like
Bad priest in here?

We've got blood on the door
God-War, Death-President
We've got blood on the door
God-War, Death-President

Let's get hopped up
On horse tranquilizers

And play with claw hammers
Maybe stop at the tendon

And try to keep
This screwdriver
Out of your neck

Hey kids, the Jesus-Reaper
Hey kids, the Jesus-Reaper wears
A cowboy hat

The Jesus-Reaper wears
A cowboy hat

[Trevor Strnad:]
These plowshares have fashioned the perfect swords
I kneel with one eye on the clock
High up in our heaven they'll laugh and smoke cigars
When natural selection renders this rock a vacant lot

[Jon Parkin:]
We should apologize... say we're sorry
If you hadn't sprayed our throats on the floor, Micheal