Is this your face? Is his my mask? Do I even have to ask? You sold your soul and bought it back Minus the 17 percent happiness tax Who is this Im meant to be? Is this the sale of the century? Never sing a melody Melody sells what you dont need I was born a dark Pisces So Catholic on my bended knees Ours is not to reason why You demand and Ill supply Oh no, youre not getting this If Im going down can I have one last kiss? But Im always good for one more song... Tell me is this how The West was won The invisible man with my drink in his hand Is telling the world his most dangerous plans A million Messiahs are handing out flyers Strange voices in these telegraph wires OURS IS NOT TO REASON WHY YOU DEMAND AND ILL SUPPLY Oh no, youre not getting this If Im going down can I have one last kiss? But Im always good for one more song... Tell me is this how The West was won No more Punk Gods, these twisted sales Im so pissed off: I missed my chance to fail