I got my head cut off by the mayor
And I don\'t know which one...
For I have a thousand heads like Medusa
Oh what politician wants me dead?
My arms are in the air
And I have no soul
Darkness corrupts the living queen
As thunder breaks the trembling house, it still stands
And America needs to know this...
I am not the enemy
For a thousand houses break electric cords...
I am not connected with my family
Do you see the conditions that are spreading the lies?
Am I the apple of Satan\'s eye?
Do I trust my breakfast
To be peanut butter on rye?
For politics brings utter shame...
For life in America is unforsaken, yet unforgiven
Where is the last rising sun?
Oh darkness spill the queen
For she is diamonds and ashes;
I fall to the living queen
The chandeliers have their last spell
Oh Baby America
Sing your last lullaby to me...
Broken chandeliers have scolded their prize
And broken politicians
Walk crooked in the night
This house of horrors has no roses
Cut off another head you silly man
Prove my innocence to the world
And behold, you dear politician,
Your blood on my hands
For life is not as simple as a seam
Oh sudden king, can I be your queen?
Let the house without walls dehabitate
A thousand monkeys
Equal a thousand politicians...
Well the numbers don\'t matter
Over vengeless roses,
And vengeless roses die of thirst.
Dare I speak of Satan in a dress?
Dare I speak of his recent affairs?
For the house of horrors is damned...
I wonder if my fear hurts
Lay upon me your bitter trees
But I won\'t get down on my knees,
Behold the aging warrior.