Lyrics:

Make a mockery of the courts, receive your sentence, and take the fall.
The Strata Council sees your face and decides to declare you 'a doll.'

That's ok, yes it's fine…
You've been the same, most every time…
A sick priest will learn to last forever…

Molly begets herself.
She plans a merger with The Scene.
An insider breathes word of this and, surprise!, it turns to steam…

That's ok, yes it's fine…
He's been the same, most every time…
A sick priest will learn to last forever…

Founding Fathers, oh what have you found?
Your daughter's face, a sweet embrace, and a commoner's less than sacred
Place…
Take it back, there's a world underground!

In spite of Western Sacrifice, we auction off the sword.
But Damascus never asked us to write a song about being bored with Our Lady Of This Immaculate Currency…

Gut yourself!
It's a one-man job on the altar of the Beast.
To make it legal, Wilhelm's bride goes bulemic at the feast.

That's ok, yes it's fine…
She's been the same, most every time…
A sick priest will learn to last forever…

Founding Fathers, oh what have you found?