All my rivals will see what I have in store
My gun
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir
Red sun
And this nation's about to explode
Your disciples are riddled with metaphors
Well-hung
Better pony up and bring both your barrel fulls
Not one
As we release this unspeakable toll
How's our mother to damn these contributors
With mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult
Shed blood?
How's our father supposed to be told?
My gun
I've been harboring fleets in this reservoir
Red sun
And this nation's about to explode
Your disciples are riddled with metaphors
Well-hung
Better pony up and bring both your barrel fulls
Not one
As we release this unspeakable toll
How's our mother to damn these contributors
With mud?
How will the man who made chemicals difficult
Shed blood?
How's our father supposed to be told?
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This song is so sinister and evil. The slow gringing churn of the guitars reminds me of Not For You. But even nastier. The repeitive driving riff just sounds like the embodiment of insanity... almost makes me think of Dark Side of the Moon a little :P
And the poetic scheme makes it sound like a child's riddle. Even more evil sounding. This used to be one of the few PJ songs I literally hated. But it grew on me.