Falling on my head like a memory, falling on my head like a new emotion
Pepperoni and green peppers, mushrooms, olive, chives
Maybe you would like to peek through the curtain…
So debauched in your slick mink, political
Can you keep 'em in the dark for life, can you hide them from the waiting world
Where you going for tomorrow? Where you goin' with the mask I found?
To hold my tongue speaks of quiet reservations
Last fire will rise behind those eyes. Black house will rock.
Oh, you understand, it's been a long time comin'. Oh, you understand, no offense.
Always on the run, destiny is the rising sun