For whom the bell tolls, Time marches on, For whom the bell tolls.
Taste me, you will see, More is all you need, Dedicated to, How I'm killing you.
If there's a new way, Oh, I'll be the first in line, But it better work this time.
I'm Tony Montana! You fuck with me, you're fuckin' with the best!
Everyone's so full of SHIT, Born and raised by hypocrites, Hearts recycled but never saved, From the cradle to the grave, We are the kids of War and Peace, from Anaheim to The Middle East, We are the Stories and Disciples of THE JESUS OF SUBURBIA!!!!
Wrapped tight around me like a second flesh hot skin, Cling to my body as the ecstasy begins, Your wild vibrations got me shooting from the hip, Crazed and insatiable, let rip!
I'm your turbo lover, Tell me there's no other, I'm your turbo lover, Better run for cover!
Yeah, fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me, Yeah, I saw it, I saw it, I tell you no lies, Yeah, fairies wear boots and you gotta believe me, I saw it, I saw it with my own two eyes... Alright, now!
I'm looking through a hole in the sky, I'm seeing nowhere through the eyes of a lie, I'm getting closer to the end of the line, I'm living easy where the sun doesn't shine.