49.

The Witches all fly by shooting beams from their thighs
Whilst the omnibus sleeps without any lights
So shout as loud as the mutherfucker allows
And leave the body alone in the pen of sows.
You scream all night but your life is out of sight
And the day starts again with the morning light.
Repeat the day again, and everything is still the same
Your beginning to wonder if everything's still game.

Drink yourself away in water and blaze
But don't forget the preacher and the warnings he makes
Jesus will take you away if you surrender and obey
Yet some will be just mortals, and others shall be slaves.
You fuck your life away with no protection and cocaine
But you remember your immortal and it's your life to obey.
The snake in your hands will never let you understand
That your inclusive yet comatose in a rock and roll band.

What's the point in knowing?
Without ever showing
The point of illusion between me and you.
And yet the World goes on
In the eyes of your Son
You've used me and abused me, now what's the use?

I've thought and shot and stealed
The Lord I thought had healed
All my sins of satisfaction
But where the fuck's the compassion?
It's a theoretical question
But our lives are all lessons
On which we must learn
And sort the wheat from the dirge.

And yet I feel all this shit should still happen
From the lights there are no stoppin'
As we plough by, swiftly as in the blink of an eye
Oh tell me now who are we to ask just why?
We all stand aghast; looking at the ghosts of our past
So tell me now baby, how long can this now last?
It goes on until Friday, As from then on it's holiday
And until then you'll make the better option; of that I'll pray...

What's the point in knowing?
Without ever showing
The point of illusion between me and you.
And yet the World goes on
In the eyes of your Son
You've used me and abused me, now what's the use?