Arny Of Bono Lyrics - Blast Tyrant - Clutch

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. 

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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. 

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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.