(R. Pollard - J. Pollard - Mitchell)



Now when Jesus spoke to the Apostles

The uneasy crowd was quiet yet loud

And in the mood for betrayals

Most wore basic black

And even the unholy could smell a rat

Would sooner throw parties than stones

Would soon break virgins than bones



The theory of broken circles

AKU



"Spy!" shouted the crew

It was the 7th version

Of "what new perversion have we here?"

Sodom took a drag

"We're all in the same boat

And don't touch that goat..."

The chorus of "Kill the Captain"

Part of a mutant mutiny

And gommorah watches films in the locker room

Full speed ahead!

I need to see Hollywood through a Spanish coin



The theory of broken circles

(And I'm not shittin' you)

The theory of broken circles

I hitched a ride down to Dallas

I saw the Beatles at the Palace

And i did not hear the gun shot

When they dragged me from the warehouse

They said "You're on your own boy, you're on drugs boy"

I said "Not me, I'm new life! I'm new life!"

Where were you back in 1963?

Don't tell me lies about beatnik prodigy

I want salvation

I want interrogation

No constellation to the alien nation



Now when time elapsed

And the curfew was enforced

They took away all transportation

So we murdered the guards

Stole the horses from the yards

And went to the permanent vacation



If you're into rock n' roll

Then you've got to sell your soul

To the theory of broken circles