Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire!

Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir.

Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene

While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines.



Don't worry, it's just stigmata.

Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.



Your local programming interrupted

by the mindless banter of a soulless talking head.

Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue.

Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns.



Don't worry, it's just stigmata.

Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.



Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?

Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.



And when our world is over, children by the fire

Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah.

And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by.

The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly.



Don't worry, it's just stigmata.

Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.



Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?

Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.