Here we walk the desert alone,
Under the sun scorched and black
Ashes rain down upon the heads of children,
Lying awake in battery city.
Waiting for Destroya to come and save us,
from Better Living Industries,
Who manufacture our organs in the clean white coated skyscrapers.
The killjoys hiding in the desert,
In the nest as we protect the girl,
With our masks as ***** as our souls,
And ray guns that blast the Draculoids
And **** the perfect minding.
Turn the music up so loud,
Disturb the silent city.
Don't watch the channels provided by poise
Does it make you feel the pills you ate?
Think of all the ones they stole
the imperfected ones.
You cant because they stole the thoughts from you.
Vaseline drenched lips that drool with frozen smiles,
With boiling blood in your throat.
Dr. D's on the radio again tonight
Tune in and listen close
Because we got no room for heroes.
And got no room for ghosts.