Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down

and hold yourself



Dear god do you want to climb of that tree

meat in the shape of a "T"



Dear god the paper says you were the King

in the black limousine



Dear John and all the King's men

can't put your head together again



Before the bullets

Before the flies

Before the authorities take out my eyes

The only smiling are you dolls that I made

But you are plastic and so are your brains



Dear god the sky is as blue

as a gunshot wound



Dear god if you were alive

You know we'd kill you



Before the bullets

Before the flies

Before the authorities take out my eyes

The only smiling are you dolls that I made

But you are plastic and so are your brains