He's pleased to meet you underneath the horse
In the cathedral with the glass stained black
Singing sweet high notes that echo back
To destroy their master

May be a long time til you get the call-up
But it's sure as fate and hard as your luck
No one'll know where you are
It's just a brief smile crossing your face
 [bad word] speed trials still standing in place

When the socket's not a shock enough
You little child what makes you think you're tough
When all the people you think you're above
They all know what's the matter

You're such a pinball yeah you know it's [bad word] 
There's always something [bad word] [bad word] to
To follow the path of no resistance

It's just a brief smile crossing your face [bad word] speed trials standing in place
It's just a brief smile crossing your face [bad word] speed trials all over the place