Through my disdain
and endless bravado
I've published such lust
It's thought of as curious
Now I imply dead space we can't trust.
So what? So we say so. Yes, but

Who's the gospel and who is the plain truth?
Who's the misprint and who is just slander?
And who's the corpse and who is the carcass?
Show me a saint and I'll show you their blood lust.

Through my disdain
and endless bravado
I've published such lust
It's thought of as curious
Now I imply dead space we can't trust
So what? So we say so. Yes, but

Who's the gospel and who's the plain truth?
And who's the misprint, and who is just slander?
And who's the corpse, and who is the carcass?
Show me a saint and I'll show you their blood lust."

Tonight I'm going out like
A pusher to a cockfight
So cocksure, cavorting
My way to the spotlight

And then and then and then and then
I will see what I mean