Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly
While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines
Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new messiah
Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly
Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?
And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by
Your local programming interrupted
Don't worry, it's just stigmata
Don't worry, it's just stigmata
And when our world is over, children by the fire
Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns
Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother
By the mindless banter of a soulless talking head
Don't worry, it's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother
Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother
Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene
