| Now tell me what you’re seeing in the Rorschach | 
| I see trouble and it’s coming on a horseback | 
| The four horseman, the sound of the war drums | 
| Awesome! | 
| What’s your poison? | 
| Only really here for the short term | 
| Better let it all burn, might as well | 
| I see the devil in a short skirt, hot as hell | 
| Gotta bounce, do the Lord’s work | 
| Sin or two before church | 
| And all will be forgiven over liquor and an hors d’oeuvre | 
| Poor little porcelain soldiers enforcing their Lord’s will | 
| Faith in their holsters while angels and vultures circle the same | 
| And I’m smelling bullshit on both sides of the pulpit | 
| The cool kids smoke cigarettes | 
| And they sing a song of six pence | 
| Through a hole in their withered necks | 
| Strange lot, yin yang’s got a grey tinge | 
| Big bang, go out the same way we came in | 
| Set em up, dead em up, pick a weapon up | 
| Get it done. | 
| (x2) | 
| Fuck you man | 
| See I understand | 
| From atop a soapbox we’re a bunch of ants | 
| Look, science got a brand new funding grant | 
| And made a test tube baby with guns for hands, Bang! | 
| Baby boomer, man could they get cuter? | 
| Yo, there’s kids in the military | 
| That’s why they call it infantry | 
| Every coo a fuck you in disguise | 
| Nice day, not a single mushroom in the sky | 
| But I feel so alone in the globe spinning | 
| So I jumped up and made a God in my own image | 
| Spun a gun around a sun | 
| Simple | 
| Printed up a couple of bumper stickers for the gift store | 
| Not sure what I exist for | 
| So I think by the wishful | 
| Drink by the fishful | 
| I got the devil in the details | 
| Bible in the porn stash | 
| That’s what I’m seeing in the Rorschach |