[00:18.11] We are damned, we are dead [00:24.57] All God's children to be sent [00:32.11] To our perfect place [00:37.36] In the sun, in the dirt [00:49.58] There's a windshield in my heart [00:56.79] We are bugs so smeared and scarred [01:04.47] Could you stop the meat from thinking 'fore I swallow all of it? [01:14.70] Could you, please? [01:21.03] Put me in the motorcade [01:28.31] Put me in the death parade [01:36.31] Dress me up and take me [01:44.28] Dress me up and make me your dying God [01:52.80] Angels with needles poked through our eyes [02:00.15] Let the ugly light world in [02:09.26] We were no longer blind [02:15.55] We were no longer blind [02:23.55] Put me in the motorcade [02:31.89] Put me in the death parade [02:47.42] Dress me up and take me [02:54.72] Dress me up and make me your dying God [02:55.73] Now we hold the "ugly head" [03:03.38] The Mary-whore is at the bed [03:10.03] They cast the shadow of our perfect death [03:19.20] In the sun and in the dirt. [03:23.32]