Through my disdainnand endless bravadonI've published such lustnIt's thought of as curiousnNow I imply dead space we can't trust.nSo what? So we say so. Yes, butnnWho's the gospel and who is the plain truth?nWho's the misprint and who is just slander?nAnd who's the corpse and who is the carcass?nShow me a saint and I'll show you their blood lust.nnThrough my disdainnand endless bravadonI've published such lustnIt's thought of as curiousnNow I imply dead space we can't trustnSo what? So we say so. Yes, butnnWho's the gospel and who's the plain truth?nAnd who's the misprint, and who is just slander?nAnd who's the corpse, and who is the carcass?nShow me a saint and I'll show you their blood lust.nnTonight I'm going out likenA pusher to a cockfightnSo cocksure, cavortingnMy way to the spotlightnnAnd then and then and then and thennI will see what I mean