The Ash Gray Proclamation - Robert Pollard

Well the shuttle bus is leaving us

It has collected 50 souls

Who have redefined our roles

And in the curtain there are holes

So I can see them

Look at them go

Well I soaked up a little fire and grease

In the name of peace

And fate grabbed Applehead

From his king size waterbed

And Queen Cigarette pronounced him dead

So she could free them

Look at them go!