Up there ahead

Is a backstreet where they dump the dead

Maybe you could get out there

Stretch those legs and get some air



I'm born again in hail and flames (goldrush almighty!)

Go tell it loud to all my slaves (goldrush almighty!)

You scum don't have the fear of god

All that's left is the iron rod (goldrush almighty!)



Let's go downkiss the plough

Public systemburn down!

And let memory fade--nothing is wrong!

Only losers take the bus



Churchill was a shopping bag (goldrush almighty!)

Can you draw the chinese flag? (goldrush almighty!)

It's three blue lines and six dahlias

Paris is in india (goldrush almighty!)



Let's go down on my friends

All alonewe descend

Plastic foodtv...take your eyes offa me!

Only losers take the bus



("fuck you!")



And we cry out with joy as we drive through the rain

And our enemies claw from every goddamned side!

Only losers take the bus

Only losersonly losersonly losers take the bus

I'm no loserI'm a letch! ("fuck you!")

God made me a letch! ("fuck you!")

Understand! I'm not one of themI'm not one of them... ("fuck you!")