don’t feed the ham-headed worm
he’ll suck out your brains and eat your tongue
hey, moon, did you grow fat with stars, fat with stars?
15 years, 15 years
for we are all
suckers

don’t feed the nylon-haired buffoon
he’ll stutter and squirm then sell your dreams
a wager worse than Tin Machine, Tin Machine
what a scene…

and there will be blood
and there will be blood now
and bitter almonds,
his eyes are green
his hands are glistening and cold
and oh baby, tell me, don’t you wanna be
pinned on the wall of his masturbatory?
those poor unfortunate souls
those poor unfortunate souls
those poor unfortunate souls

don’t feed the walrus-faced cocoon
he’ll rattle your chains and spout your doom
so what’s your poison, pensioner, pensioner?
emperor, emperor…

and there will be blood
and there will be blood now
and bitter almonds,
his eyes are green
his hands are glistening and cold
and oh baby, tell me, don’t you wanna be
pinned on the wall of his masturbatory?
those poor unfortunate souls
those poor unfortunate souls
those poor unfortunate souls

and we are the creatures you left behind
sold for a place in time
and there will be blood
rising up through the gutters
and into the streets
feel it growing
and we are the creatures you left behind
we are the creatures you left behind
our backs to the wall
here’s my finger and bones
take your aim

(and there will be blood now
and bitter almonds,
his eyes are green
his hands are glistening and cold)
oh, say baby, don’t you wanna be
pinned on the wall of his masturbatory?
those poor unfortunate souls
those poor unfortunate souls
those poor unfortunate souls.