Turn down the lights, placate the drunk, kill the telephone,
I don't wanna sit this one out and have you rape me later on,
Now ladies and gentlemen, I used to be a notorious killer and then I became the world's greatest dancer,
Always asking what the truth was and never waiting for an answer.

Now it's the clay inside this heart of stone and the concrete in my head,
I know there's a fine line between the living and the dead,
And I used to go to slasher films and leave feeling pretty free,
It's really quite cathartic to see yourself up on the screen.

And I've been driving the nails firmly in your tree,
You've been talking to your Father on behalf of me,
Nothing at these checkpoints I care to defend,
Why do I raise the hammer up, drive the nails again'

Now in the graveyard of my secrets there's a hope buried beneath,
All this talk of peace and righteousness has left me weary beyond belief,
And there's an unwanted mistress in my bed late at night,
She say, "I know you're a criminal; you been on death row all your life."

And I've been driving the nails firmly in your tree,
You've been talking to your Father on behalf of me,
Nothing at these checkpoints I care to defend,
Why do I raise the hammer up, drive the nails again'

Turn up the lights and reconnect the phones, fill the drunk's glass to the brink,
I'm ready for penetration, honey - it's not what you think,
You gotta fill this stinking shell of false humanity,
Fill it up with bullet holes from your...your firing squad of mercy.

And I've been driving the nails firmly in your tree,
You've been talking to your Father on behalf of me,
Nothing at these checkpoints I care to defend,
Why do I raise the hammer up, drive the nails again'