Now were spitting blood
spitting blood
like the golden sun god
golden sun god

I was born into plastic fame
read his tattoo
but it don’t matter were all in the same
ship sailing to what we hold as [bad word] 
I got the star of David hanging over me
But oh mother Mary I find it hard to believe
That some ones hands no different to mine
could be hung on a wall
held as divine

We are so happy
happy to see
All of our children [bad word] blind and free

Across concrete fields of broken glass
with five year olds having heart attacks
You fed em to well on TV
cut me I wont even bleed
My bloods as lazy as the mums and dads
whos fantastic mundane can’t all be bad
So lets just keep eating more, more, more, more and more

And then we all go throw up on the poor
Outside I’m lying
inside I’m dead
The tears in my eyes
fall from books I have read
If I could talk to you
And only speak the [bad word] All this wolf noise wouldn’t start calling now
when I talk to you
when I talk to you

We are so happy
happy to see
all of our children [bad word] blind and free

Spitting blood
spitting blood
golden sun god
golden sun god