Well here's the evidence of human existence
 Displaying men by nets, two [bad word] boxes (?)
 And I cannot find the name for them
 They hardly show that I have lived
 
 And the dust, it settles on these things
 
 Displays my age again
 Like a new skin made from old skin
 That'd barely been lifted
 
 I didn't need these things
 I didn't need them, oh
 The point was hard to pass
 mediocre past
 So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
 
 Down to the bone and burned the rest
 I didn't need these things
 I didn't need them, oh
 Took them all to bits, turned 'em outside in
 And I left them on the floor and ran for dear life for the door, oh
 
 Useless objects, a gathered a storm of [bad word] 
 Put them in a silent shed, threw out your life's supplies
 When all you need's a coffin and your Sunday best
To smarten up the end
 
 And at the front gate, warlord of eights (?)
 One pint of low from a holy ghost
 An eternity of suffering in [bad word] of all those Christian men
 
 I didn't need these things
 I didn't need them, oh
 The point was hard to pass
 
 mediocre past
 So I shed my clothes, I shed my flesh
 Down to the bone and burned the rest
 I didn't need these things
 I didn't need them, oh
 Took them all to bits, turned 'em outside in
 And I left them on the floor and ran for dear life to the door, oh
 
 Never need these things
 
 I'll never need them, oh
 This is you and me, you are human heat
 And the things aren't holy things
 And the things bring me light, they bring me, oh
 Never need these things
 I'll never need them, oh
 Never going back, so we can drop the past
 And we'll leave it on the floor [bad word] for dear life for the door, oh