Hand me the machine gun
My dear angel
The boys are coming soon
You don't wanna let them start

Already they knock on your door
First check the premises
Wipe the floor
Nothing but tiny broken hearts

Forgive 'em their deeds
First there was only talk
Take these before it starts
The red basement keys

You children
We have all the answers
Simple and knowing
On the ******* of good angels

Lost in the maw of the winners

The boys did the work
They're trained
As good as new
They inspecting you

At the end of an avenue
Facing the gates of heaven
Sky-colored gates
Angels sit upon them

Is there a place left
When do you open
This realm is so silent
Soon the boys will come

The angels answer
Their mouths move silently
Fireflies swirl in their wings
Where are the red keys