He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid

Dead Man, Dead Man When Will You Arise? Cobwebs In Your Mind Dust Upon Your Eyes

In Songs, You Have To Tell People About Something They Didn't See And Weren't There For, And You Have To Do It As If You Were.

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Open Your Mouth.

Democracy Don't Rule The World, You'd Better Get That In Your Head; This World Is Ruled By Violence, But I Guess That's Better Left Unsaid.