Hey, tom
Good luck in the trial
They want to crucify a truly creative mind
They want your head on a plate
And drink some coke
After the freak show
After the midnight
And fuck your soul

Hey, tom
Take care in the corner
There are many judases looking for a christ
They want you head as a decency sign
They're gonna wait for you in the bread line
Who's your alibi?
Who was on your side?

Hey, tom
You crossed the border
Just like your brother did one day
The same name, the same fate
Two of our heroes in the lion's den
Two of our masters in public disgrace

Hey, tom
Good luck in the judgement
They want to crucify a truly creative mind
They want your head on a plate
And drink some coke
After the freak show
After the midnight
And fuck your soul