The Last Supper - Teodor Tuff

in my head there are pockets of madness

carpet-bombed swathes of land

this is my vietnam

this is a wonderful, riveting day to go

a trip for life, so to speak

a rendezvous with old nick

in my head, give me head, go ahead

in my head, feign you’re dead, motorhead

i’m your private bateman

bespoke marquis de sade

i’m your loving father

hey, let me tuck you in!

never again, and then again

never again, and then again

i hold the fort

i held the fort

i hear the voice again

we call on you;

we call on you to die!

we call on you, we call on you!

gently my self explodes

my brain is blown to pieces

i found my way, i found my way

my way

i found my way, i found my way

trees of green i see, red roses too, i see them bloom

we call on you;

we call on you to die!

we call on you, we call on you!

how would you like to dine tonight?

how would you like to die tonight?

in my case there is nothing more to appeal

all is set,

here we go,

c’est fini

say goodbye

in the chair, oh my dear, how’s my hair?

i’m the chair of this chair

i’m king lear

such a great performance

cnn is here tonight!

are you feeling sheepish?

did the jury get it right?

maybe we’re right, or we’re wrong

maybe we’re right, or we’re wrong

i’m in the clear

wish i were

i hear the voice again