[bad word] on all you musclemen
you lady boys, you theives
all you wack magicians with [bad word] in your teeth
gather up the pimps
the politicians and the priests
make your way to the gallows

all you seasick ladies with your burgandy corvettes
hardboring the man who laid his hands upon my head
hold him down and burn his eyelids
with a cigarette
let's see what we can get him to
confess to

oh, the glory of it all

autumn winds have blown a scrim of leaves into your pool
we woke up one day and found
the girls were gone from school
but you were never going to convidence them you were cool
so go on home and strap on your explosive

oh, the glory of it all