Every single hour
fifty human brothers
say goodbye to sweet life's
power
die in a shower
of poison puff
of smoke
Boy standin' in front of me
not even old enough to vote
or shave his face,
but he's suckin on that stick
as if he's in a race.
Hydrogen cyanide of the
executioner's blade
suck it down, take it in stride
just to make the stress fade
Formaldahide
deep inside,
yeah he's takin polonium 210,
a tool of assassination
deep, deep within
to help his degredation.
He talks about anarchy
about emancipation
then lights it up and takes a puff
of sweet incarceration
Why are all these sweet souls
fading before my eyes
body snatchers inflating them
with some fat guy's lies
I reach to touch your hand
and it fades between my fingers
you're trading in your body
for a nasty smoke that lingers
and chokes you
out of youth
how uncool, how
uncouth
I reach out to hug you,
and pass right through
You're on fire, but
there's nothing I can do
Nobody bats a lash,
the man says he don't like 'em,
but uses them to teach his class,
they last, kids, they last!
Body snatchers selling death
in disguise
Body snatchers
closing your eyes
As the smoke dribbles out
upward, to the sky
I wonder what I did
to deserve to watch you die