The black-cat firecracker
Snapped back baseball cappin'
Coca-cola sippin' on the suds
Wearing penny loafers

His sunday best ain't good enough
For the rest of the world
Yet he stands in line
And waits on his turn

 [bad word]  disconfigured man
Unassociated, agitated with the careful
Investigator taking notes
He slowly tiptoes towards the dark

Watercolour sunset
Painted before his eyes
The gateway has been opened
To the wonders of his mind

He was a nonbeliever
Now without a doubt
He looks up at the clouds
The chemical swirls fading in and out

The peacekeeper drafted into war
With a loaded rifle
Unaware of consequences
Cold war ended with a spaceship

Has kind of shakers
He has been programmed to believe a lie
Yet he stands there
With his gun in the frontline

Blood red color sunset
Painted before his eyes
The veil has been lifted
As he watches his friends drop like flies

He was a nonbeliever
Now without a doubt
He looks down at his paws
The guts he had spluttered on the ground

Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!

The family got the letter
It was a message, clear and [bad word] 
The hero, he has fallen
For the red, white and blue

And he was a nonbeliever
Now without a doubt
His body lays 6ft under the ground
The black cat's nine lives, they ran out

Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah!
Yeah, yeah