A place in the dirt
    We are damned and we are dead
    all god's children to be sent
    to our perfect place in the sun
    and in the dirt
   
    There's a windshield in my heart
    we are bugs so smeared and scarred
    and could you stop the meat from thinking
    before I swallow all of it,
    could you please?
   
    Put me in the motorcade
    put me in the death parade
    dress me up and make me
    dress me up and make me
    your dying god
   
    angel with needles
    poked through our eyes
    and let the ugly light
    of the world in
    and we were no longer blind
    and we were no longer blind
   
    Put me in the motorcade
    put me in the death parade
    dress me up and make me
    dress me up and make me
    your dying god
   
    Now we hold the "ugly head"
    the Mary-whore is at the bed
    They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
    in the sun and in the dirt.

Hely a mocsokban
�tkozottak �s halottak vagyunk
minden isten gyermeke elk�ldve
a t�k�letes hely�nkre a napban
�s a mocsokban

Sz�lv�d� van a sz�vemben
bogarak vagyunk, sz�tnyomottak �s sebhelyesek
�s kihagyn�d a h�st a a gondolkod�sb�l
miel�tt lenyeln�m az eg�szet,
megtenn�d?

Rakj be a g�pkocsiba
vigy�l a hal�l felvonul�sra
�lt�ztess fel �s tegy�l
�lt�ztess fel �s tegy�l
a haldokl� istenedd�

Angyal t�kkel
kereszt�lb�ki a szem�nket
�s beengedi a vil�g
cs�nya f�ny�t
�s t�bb� nem vagyunk vakok
�s t�bb� nem vagyunk vakok

Rakj be a g�pkocsiba
vigy�l a hal�l felvonul�sra
�lt�ztess fel �s tegy�l
�lt�ztess fel �s tegy�l
a haldokl� istenedd�

Most m�r itt tartjuk a „cs�nya fejet”
a M�ria-kurva az �gyn�l van
Leadj�k a t�k�letes hal�lunk �rny�k�t
a napban �s a mocsokban