I'm a sucker for backwards drums   And underwater photography   If you expect me to fight this war   And ignore   That I've a thing for six-foot tall boys   And getting high till we see the sun   If I'm to give up my drugs and boys   Then I'll run   And I won't return until      At last, the barbarism's gone   It's lasted for so long   And the dark ages are behind us   Until the kings' fat heads all roll   And their thick black blood will flow   And the golden age is upon us      I'll stand up to the actors   Who play the parts of our masters   ‘Action! Now ride off into the distance.'   You ask ‘What's my motivation?'   ‘How about your fucking head on a stick?   Now get moving!'      I'm a lover, not a fighter