Do what your mother tells you
Who've given us something more than faultlessness to sing about
The King is dead
Do what your mother tells you
Singing, "Hallelujah, the King is dead"
Long live prosthetic live wires

The collision is always licking it's lips
All hail the wounded heart contingent
Do what your mother tells you
Without your fake teeth in?
Just keep the plane from drifting off course
The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly

Keep your glass eye glued on the end
To someone else's ship at the sight of me
Put down the Sheriff's horse

Your captain nailed his feet
Your captain nailed his feet

What did you promise us about grinning in the rear view
You weren't supposed to open the door
Singing, "Hallelujah, the King is dead"
We'll attend to the terrified first class convinced

The choir on the black box rejoiced splendidly
To someone else's ship at the sight of me
Put down the Sheriff's horse
Do what your mother tells you
There's a hoof print on the bow
The faulty mechanism of hope has disintegrated
Do what your mother tells you
Of the highway up ahead of us
Do what your mother tells you