What shape now is the coast I grew up by?
And what price now is the hate that I'm fueling?

I'm king of a very small tribe
Scorn on the minuscule enemies
Let's all go to Heaven at once
Just one blast for justice, then up

Holy wires and a blessed detonator
Inside out like the pope in a tele- a tele- a teleport

I'm king of a very small tribe
Scorn on the minuscule enemies
Let's all go to Heaven at once
Just one blast for justice, then up
Up

But he's not like you at all
No, he smiles at the passers-by
And he works his digits raw
And he's beige as a hearing aid
And all the sounds just slide away from me
And all desires are slipping out the door
So leave me where I lay my faithless head
Join your dots and keep it to yourself
Just leave me where I lay

I'm king of a very small tribe
Scorn on the minuscule enemies
Let's all go to Heaven at once
Just one blast for justice, then up

Just leave me where I lay

I'm king of a very small tribe
Scorn on the minuscule enemies
Let's all go to Heaven at once
Just one blast for justice, then up
Up