Lyrics

they're gonna watch you run...
they're gonna stop you, son...

they're playing parlor tricks again
And taking off their heads
opium and rollercoaster porn
to hail the living dead

let's take a stroll through the city
into the heart of the town
we can visit the gallows and then, my friend,
we can just hang around

neon signs are beckoning
auto doors swing, welcoming
the carnivores are seeing green
howling, howling

hang a left at memory lane
we'll burn all that we see
we can visit the park then
we can get raped by the swings

let's go get raped by the swings