Из альбома: Holy Wood (In the Shadow of the Valley of Death)
Dear God do ya wanna tear knuckles down and hold yourself
Dear God can you climb off that tree you made into the shape of a T
Dear God the paper says you were the king in the black limousine
Dear John and all the King's men can put your head together again
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains
Dear God the sky is as blue, as a gunshot wound
Dear God if you were alive, you know we'd kill you
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, so are your brains