the writing's on the wall
i'm waiting for the fall

fifteen years of slinging hash
fifteen behind a bar
fifteen years of singing in a chinese restaurant

pink cheeks glowing in the firelight
immaginary demon to fight
protect the right of the white to turn daylight
into night

monkey see, monkey do
i smear my chest with a jar of goo
i pound my chest, i howl my thanks
and i leave my organs to the organ
banks

what was once good has turned to dust
you made a religion of rust
thanks to you what was once blue has turned
into a ball of glue