he was struck by static to the heart, shot by an appendage from a television tube, and knowing what it meant to be showered with sound, he became a believer, he became a believer, and now he's slamming down chords, and leading a crowd, ten-thousand strong, they're shouting in unison, shouting in unison, and they're burning their draft cards, desecrating photographs, burnt through the heart by, static through the heart, static through the heart, a man crouches on the street with static in his eyes, and takes it as a sign from the gods up above, to shout from the rooftops and write letters to the government, he's writing revelations for the showdown, and now he's slamming down chords, and leading a crowd ten thousand strong, they're shouting in unison, shouting in unison, "mom and dad, wake wake from your slumber because, we're gonna burn this motherfucker down because, sometimes we burn and steal and rape and kill and sacrifice, just to remind ourselves that we're still alive"
