on silver mount zion. all burried in ruins. we was dancing the horro. until we vomited black. spinning like crazy. Sheshana was jonesin'. the towers had fallen. and the wind called out. my grandfather's name. let's kill first the banker. with his proffesional demenor. let's televise and broadcast. the raping of kings. let our crowds be fed on. tear gas and plate glass. 'cause the people united. is a wonderfull thing. I know that your dying. and I know I'm unwell. and together we sashay. through variations of hell. as you walk through clouds of fire. the love in my head was never real. oh don't be afraid. though the parade. will not pass our way. it's nobler to never get paid. than to bank on shit and dismay