Echo Palace

Echo palace clad with mirrors

Reflecting your plastic teeth

Plastered faces human races

In a maze of lie and cheat

Sticky walls and sticky fingers

Guide me up your iron skirt

Season me in Trojan gravy

Stuff me like a Christmas bird

Dance for me, you stupid mongrels

Merry mandrake munching mutes

Bella Donna gives me pleasure

Tie me up in Johnny's suit

Wide-eyed mobs with white-hot pitchforks

Babylon to smithereens

Purple veiny soccer mommies

Sharpening their guillotines

I'm the son of God

The only one capable of love

And I command you to walk

In picket lines with picket signs

The language of your tribe

Is magic when executed right

Go ahead, you goat-head juggler

Come and take my special fruit

I will knife you in the jugular

I am righteous I am truth

Go ahead, you fascist monkey

Plug my brain into a wall

Echo Palace callous tyrant

One of these days, you will fall

I'm the son of God

The only one capable of love

And I command you to walk

In picket lines with picket signs

The language of your tribe

Is magic when executed right

I'm the son of God

The only one capable of love

And I command you to walk

In picket lines with picket signs

The language of your tribe

Is magic when executed right