Lyrics:

Hold the presses, Mickey
Hot news on the wire
Hundreds see an image of
A Guinness-drinking choir
Celebrities and cameras
Are headed to the scene
While presidents are fleeing
To their speeding limousines

Don't worry
It's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin
And don't you dare tell my mother
Don't worry
It's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin
And don't you dare tell my mother

Your local programming
Interrupted
By the mindless banter
Of a soulless talking head
Roll out the red carpet
Dripping bloody tongue
Pay no mind to blue berets
And all their shining guns

Don't worry
It's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin
And don't you dare tell my mother
Don't worry
It's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin
And don't you dare tell my mother

Who you gonna call
When the man brings his hammer down?
Goose-stepping with
A smoking Irish fly


And when our world is over
Children by the fire
Raise their hands and pray
That they may see a new Messiah
And somewhere in the darkness
A flag goes running by
The smell of cigarettes and love
Are incense for the fly

Don't worry
It's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin
And don't you dare tell my mother
Don't worry
It's just stigmata
Pass me a napkin
And don't you dare tell my mother

Who you gonna call
When the man brings his hammer down?
Goose-stepping with
A smoking Irish fly
Who you gonna call
When the man brings his hammer down?
Goose-stepping with
A smoking Irish fly