Stomping on the graves of dead pop stars   Drinking the blood of Christ in stolen cars   Honey, peachy, flower blossoms, bumblebee   Nectar-addicted '70s titties, oh, yeah      And Jesus left some really large sandals to fill   So we're just gonna walk around with nothing on   Alright?   Alright      Begging for some change in the USA   But all we ever bored is the R 'n' R train   I had big city dreams of my tongue tasting pisses   Of exploding witches on a young boy's broom   Sleeping with the top of the pops again   Ending needy kids and saving prostitution   I bet hell looks a lot like Connecticut   When they douse you in urine and your hope's all wet      I said,   Hey you, are you feeling me?   I wanna make some history   Devil's on the six and God is on the seven   Blow them both to hell and we'll fuck all in heaven