Dear god do you want to tear your knuckles down
And hold yourself
Dear god do you want to climb of that tree
Meat in the shape of a ´T´
Dear god the paper says you were the King

In the black limousine
Dear John and all the King´s men
Can´t put your head together again

Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic and so are your brains

Dear god the sky is as blue
As a gunshot wound
Dear god if you were alive
You know we´d kill you

Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes

The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic and so are your brains