When General Gunfire sows the painnSandpaper sprouts on childish eyesnAnd when bitchy preacher sucks your brainnThere's powder of six guns, hate delightsnnDear LordnEvery foggy Sunday I got the bluesnNow you're so farnDeath is so nearnnMother, tell me the reason why you gave me birthnCaus' every fucking seventh day I can not choosenDon't wanna be the winnernDon't wanna be a liarnI just wanna know the truth before the boomnHere's my loony tune for the moonnnIf John is the WalrusnWar usnnYou can't be yourself, dark slavery my friendnToo many blacks secrets in the skynYour life is a strange spell to the endnTill the end of Human liennDear LordnEvery foggy Sunday I got the bluesnNow you're so farnDeath is so nearnnFather, please be kind,go and tell your horsenCaus' every fucking seventh day is lost and loosenDon't wanna be the leadernDon't wanna be a liarnI just wanna know the truth before the boomnHear my loony tune for the moon