Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire! Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir. Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.
Your local programming interrupted by the mindless banter of a soulless talking head. Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue. Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.
Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down? Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.
And when our world is over, children by the fire Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah. And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by. The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly.
Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.
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