Tekster: Xo Skeletons. Live From Planet Death.

Stomping on the graves of dead pop stars
Drinking the blood of Christ in stolen cars
Honey, peachy, flower blossoms, bumblebee
Nectar-addicted '70s titties, oh, yeah

And Jesus left some really large sandals to fill
So we're just gonna walk around with nothing on
Alright?
Alright

Begging for some change in the USA
But all we ever bored is the R 'n' R train
I had big city dreams of my tongue tasting pisses
Of exploding witches on a young boy's broom
Sleeping with the top of the pops again
Ending needy kids and saving prostitution
I bet hell looks a lot like Connecticut
When they douse you in urine and your hope's all wet

I said,
Hey you, are you feeling me?
I wanna make some history
Devil's on the six and God is on the seven
Blow them both to hell and we'll fuck all in heaven