Lyrics:

When the credits finally roll for this
The worst story ever told
Dont bother sifting through the names
For yours or anyone you know
Unless they were by chance a shepherd king
A virgin birth
A resurrection
A messianic prince
Or some such childish thing
You can storm the edit suite
move to block its theatrical release
But I think we can safely guarantee
there will be no revisions to the script
Made on behalf
Of a supporting cast(e)
Because history exalts only
The pornography of force
That of murderers and psychopaths
The rest of us, of course stricken from narrative wholesale
A backdrop to the tale
As we, the two bits, are ushered on and swiftly off this stage with
jawbones of asses. No stirring curtain call for the masses
No floral bouquet
No breaking of legs
No recurring role
No artistic control

(Interlude)
And so in these days
In this terminal phase
It's all left to chance
A piece of advice:
If you're cast on thin ice
You may as well dance
(Outro)
Do what you feel you must
But as for me I was not
Put upon this earth
To subjugate or serve