In came the big board police to take the newly undeceased
I was the softened gaze upon a child of God
And the sky was full of teeth anticipating that sweet release
I was the little engine that could, I was a courtroom bomb-sniffing dog
"Tra la la, la la la la, la ley!"
They found a weird calling card in a puddle of body parts
Inside a bowl of angel hearts that the children were eating
I was a vampire hunter, I was a pregnant mother
I was a tear shed for the one's that died believing#
"Tra la la, la la la la, la ley!"
Thunderdome, broken home, everybody dies alone
I wanna give a shout-out to the innocent by-standing
And out the corner of my eye, coming out from the teeth-filled sky
With eyes as red as a dog's asshole when you see it shitting
I saw the Children of God as they walked on slovenly by
The USB ports in their arms were bleeding
"I think I can! I think I can! I think I can! I think I can!
Tra la la, la la la la, la ley!"