I made it up to the fool the wax-faced lap dogs   Who set the traps and when you're weak they finally paid you   Crave rapid hands   With pride and finesse   And you could finger through the piles   Let all the drummers come to meet the champions   Break up your band   And blast with the cold next to joy   And blast with the cold next to joy   Make it stop so you can   I'll make all arrangements   It has been approved   Clip your dreams and push shit through   If you could finger through the piles   Let all the drummers come to meet the champions   Break up your band   Stale sexless loud and vague   So stop while you can