Superhero, I'm tugging on your cape
Tell me will your sons
Know their father one day !
Leader of men,
Leader of men
Get back in your cage
Will you be one of them

Like an American drug
Makes a mean cock grow
Try [ ] kill a priest
Makes a superman of glass
Go! Go! Go!

The S on your chest
You're feeling like a god
An order of animal
We try to find a rod

Superhero, Senseinero
Smiling, hiding, riding, flying, sighing, sumo

Leader of men,
Leader of men
Get back in your cage
Ain't no grave gonna hold this body down

The sun rises here to save us now
It's all erased
Storybook years
Sweet memories
Wash it away
Wash it away
Wash it away
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go!
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men

Will you be one of them
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Will you be one of them
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Will you be one of them
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Leader of men
Will you be on of them
Go Go Go

Force fed more than we eat in the wild
Grazed on a mash that can suffocate a child
Bloated, promoted in an ode to pomped style
Moistened in the feed while we’re choke upon the bile
Corner in the market on the geese without the bones
Hushing out the public in a strike without a drone
The cage became collapsable
Our sticks equipped with stones

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone [repeat]

Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You saw it coming

Set aside the scruples in a stratagem of strain
A smallpox-laden blanket, invisible with stains
Inoculated bastards, bloody pecked pain
Distemper has a hold, distemper has a hold
We took a second sip from a cup we made of bones
The first it was a ruse, a trick so aptly thrown
The truth is that our youth was a carpet laid with stones

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone [repeat]

Hello Motherfucker
My lover
You saw it coming

Goodbye Motherfucker
My lover
You saw it coming

Get the mother fucker on the phone, the phone

When lonesome came over me
A future shadow
Her ghost stood there, sang to me
Farewell, so long

I’ll awake you
From this living sleep
We’ll walk the shore
Where you were born
And bedded me

Although I cheat for the things
March forward, my son
A battle beyond frozen hills
Only for doubters

We will rise from the killing floor
Like a matador

The stained glass
A bovine ass
Can see right through
Every truth-soaked lie

Letters will trace every step
Out of this world
With every date, every date

We will be where you will be no more
No more

The stained glass
Or the hangman’s ass
Would serve you well
Now we’re coming back

Out of the words
Of these ghosts
We’ll jump the gates
And left to rise, we will rise

We will rise from the killing floor
Like a matador

And the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
What more can we give
May the dead live
May the dead live
And the dead live
The dead live…