In came the being-born police To take the newly undeceased I was the softened gaze upon a child of God And the sky was full of teeth Anticipating that sweet release I was the little engine that could I was a courtroom bomb-sniffing dog And the blood collector collected blood And the cannibals all sang Tra-lala-lala-lala-la-lang They found a weird calling card In a puddle of body parts Inside a bowl of angel hearts That the children were eating I was a vampire hunter I was a pregnant mother I was the tears shed for the ones that die believing And the blood collector collected blood And the cannibals all sang Tra-lala-lala-lala-la-lang Thunderdome, broken home Everybody dies alone I wanna give a shout-out to the innocent bystanding And out the corner of my eye Coming out from the teeth-filled sky With eyes as red as a dog's a**hole when you see it sh**ting I saw the Children of God As they walked on slovenly by The USB ports in their arms were bleeding And the blood collector collected blood And the cannibals all sang I think I can, I think I can I think I can, I think I can Tra-lala-lala-lala-la-lang