king, a million false prophecies, and millions waiting for the king. Two thousand years waiting for the king, and nothing... nothing... Two thousand years sitting idly by, and
my head and close my eyes And will I wake tomorrow still alive? I'm still dreaming, I'm still waiting, I'm still sure You're still living in a life,
eyes and will I wake tomorrow still alive I'm still dreaming I'm still waiting I'm still sure (I'm still sure) you're still living in a life that isn
and the bat ?cause we're all about to have a funeral, and that's that. We'll do it after breakfast. We'll do it up proper. We'll drop all his ashes out
made for thrashers and gay bashers We slay fascists, while I parlay puffin' LaVey's ashes You're enslaved to Mephisto's imprisonment Piss on Monroe's grave and
be running your body and sifting the ashes The one that I sex Can't even learn her Pilates and other advances Running up in 'em and then they be dashing
my eyes and will I wake tomorrow still alive I'm still dreaming I'm still waiting I'm still sure (I'm still sure) you're still living in a life that isn
eyes And will I wake tomorrow still alive I'm still dreaming I'm still waiting I'm still sure (I'm still sure) You're still living in a life That isn