Peppermint Tribe

(альбом: The Lizard - 1992)

Yes, I come from the Peppermint Tribe where people come and then they die
To hail me

To hail me
With tomahawks of candy cane we split their heads and eat the brains
Hail me

Oh, hail me

All the while I see your face is turning

Hold the fire while the clock keeps ticking
Talk of Jesus, still your pain won't end

Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying

Slipping through, time's slipping through your hands

With guns of chalk we write our names

We wrote the book. We author pain
Hail me

Hail me
The T.V. speaks in murderous rhymes.

The clues we leave and hope you'll find.
Hail me

Oh hail me

All the while I see your face is turning

Hold the fire while the clock keeps ticking
Talk of Jesus, still your pain won't end

Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying

Slipping through, time's slipping through your hands

Yes, we come from the Peppermint tribe where losers come to fix their mind
Hail me

Oh, hail me
With giant walls are sugar made we close you in and build the grave
Hail me

Oh, hail me

All the while I see your face is turning

Hold the fire while the clock keeps ticking
Talk of Jesus, still your pain won't end

Ask forgiveness though your mind is lying

Slipping through, time's slipping through your hands

The witches dancing inside their caves

The people all go insane from the Peppermint Tribe