Lyrics
Liquid Christ on a crooked crutch,
Stuck with the Dutch & their wooden shoes,
Injectified into me and mine,
Til we can't tell time, but still bust a move.
With hate refined, we divvy the Divine,
Cut it into pieces, then dis tribute
Ted said we're dead, and I don't question him,
So if you can hear this, what's that mean for you?
Protest provided by the well-aimed flight
Of 1 or 2 of a brave man's shoes,
So how 'bout you
Wake Up and wait for a reason to
I watched you walk off the face of the earth
Then step to the edge and say
Lets Do That Again