Here we lie at the banquet
Of the last white king
We are drunk
Here we lie celebrating
Like all fools do these days
Like all fools do these days
Here we lie celebrating
Like all fools do these days
Like all fools do these days
Lecherous, slanderous
We are prisoners
Rush, choose the side
Hush, choose the side
Guided by swine, advised by traitors
And the creeps around our fire places
It's a vision
It's a lie
Here we march to the banquet
Of the last white war
We are drunk
Here we die celebrating
Like all fools do these days
Like all fools do these days
It's a vision
It's a lie
Straight from star wars into stone age
It's excitement and adventure
Here's the cure for all our ailments
For the slaves of entertainment
As we drink the blood by gallons
Fuel of our vices, baby
We would sing about the wonders
Awaiting us in a place called heaven
It's a vision
It's a lie