[Verse 1]

Some say the cure is worse than the disease

And kindness is a man when he's rested on his knees

And Ludwig is Van is a 9th Symphony

Played with Devil Trombones and a pocket full of speed

Stomach full of milkshakes, gully full of greed

Heaven metal rocket ships tripping overseas

Angel-faced heretics are boasting 'bout their dreams

Of ultra-violent succotash and fully feathered wings

Old folks sing the songs of their fathers

With honor in their mumblings and shit in their wallets

Sleeping in a different key, they're something-aholic

On a high wire stuck with aspirations of falling, falling

The lights are heavy and the sirens are calling

The steps are getting closer it ain't no way to stall 'em

Your stains are 'bout to get all blacklighted and outted

And you'll be in it half naked with no way to get out it, get it?

They’re trying to stick you with some kind of admission

Waiting for it all to break down

Admit it's still just the sinister thrill that keeps you up

And it's killed forcing indifference till you get belligerent feel

Your hand is steady, your heart steady racing

Your skeleton is getting all impatient, face it

Option one

Put an end to the fun and play those Devil Trombones with no earplugs

[Chorus]

All the policemen are wearing really strange clothes

So when you see them, you'll know who the run from

All the policemen are wearing really strange clothes

So when you see them, you'll know to run

[Verse 2]

What do I viddy vid with both of my peepers slit open?

Maybe your focus ain't as sharp as you think it is

Nothing up their sleeve, nothing to fool you with

Just two droogs pissing with a mission to do you in

Stomach full of fist, punch, knuckle full of steam

Devil brass ringing in you ripping out your seams

Heaven metal whispering "It's time for you to breathe"

Falling in the rain until it's safe for you to sing

Songs as homage to the demons in your past

Reminiscent of the medicine you pulled from out the flask

And now without your mask, you're finally disguised

As an angel-faced choir boy with nothing left to hide so

[Bridge]

Run, don't stop, don't stop

Just run, don't stop, don't stop

Just run, don't stop, don't stop

Don't stop

Don't stop, don't stop

Just run, don't stop, don't stop

Just run, don't stop, don't stop

Just run, don't stop, don't stop

Don't stop

Don't stop, don't stop

Just run, don't stop, don't stop

Just run, don't stop, don't stop

Just run, don't stop, don't stop

[Outro]

Don't stop playing those devil trombones until there's nothing left to run from