Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire!   Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir.   Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene   While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines.      Don't worry, it's just stigmata.   Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.      Your local programming interrupted   by the mindless banter of a soulless talking head.   Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue.   Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns.      Don't worry, it's just stigmata.   Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.      Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?   Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.      And when our world is over, children by the fire   Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah.   And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by.   The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly.      Don't worry, it's just stigmata.   Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.      Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?   Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.