REGIMENTS OF THE DAMNED, HALT! SO, WE TURNED TO TAKE A BETTER LOOK AT THE SPREAD EAGLE ON THE SIDEWALK. THERE HE WAS, HAIR COMBED OVER HIS EYES. ABOMINATIONS, HE CALLED AFTER US. EVERYTHING CRUMMY AND SCREWED UP SINCE ADAM IS THANKS TO YOU!

LETS' SEE YOU TURN WATER INTO WINE! LET'S SEE YOU GET DOWN ON YOUR KNEES AND PRAY! YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A LIGHTNING BUG THE NIGHT FLICKS OFF ITS SLEEVE. AN ABANDONED MOVIE LOT IN THE DESERT WITH ITS WINDOWS BROKEN. EVERY ONE OF YOUR WISHES HAS RIDDEN OFF INTO THE SUNSET. RAISE YOUR ARMS IN FAREWELL, DIN-A-LING, THE RED WIND IS LOOKING FOR YOU.

EVEN THE RATS WHEN THEY DIE ARE GOING TO BETTER WORLD. EVEN THE SCUFFED SHOES OF CATHOLIC BOYS. EVEN YOU WITH A HEARING AID AND A NOSE ON YOU LIKE THE KEY TO THE FIREHOUSE. MURDERS CRAWLING IN THE PLAYPEN, HOW BIG YOU'VE GROWN. I HEAR YOUR BABY TALK, AND THE WAY YOU ROCK YOUR WOODEN HORSE THE DAY YOU'RE THINKING ABOUT RINGING MY NECK. IN THE DIMS, THE MURKY DUSKS, OF YOUR BRAIN ON JUDGEMENT Day, IT'LL BE LIKE 100,000 FIRECRACKERS GOING OFF ALL AT THE SAME TIME.

THE PREACHER SAYS: I'D LIKE TO BE GOD'S VIDEO GAME IN THE CLOSED PENNY ARCADE ON A DARK STREET., IT'S YELLOW LIGHTS FLASHING ALL BY THEMSELVES...ALL NIGHT LONG.