"I Ain't Going to Murder Anybody on Our Wedding Day"

Especially in the desert
you've got to know the rules
as all those in the city
have just turned into tools.
They don't know what they're dreaming
and it doesn't matter much at all.
It changes with each plastic kiss
as their virtue slowly falls.
Whimpering, then screaming,
then crying in the night.
They want to kill the demons
but they're surrounded in their fright.
So who are all the killers
It can't always be someone else
It took endless determination
to create this bleeding hell.

They blame their mothers and their fathers
and dogs that bit them when they were young
and that gives right to wreak this death
on all lying beneath the sun.
They call unto the angels,
thinking no-one else can hear,
but the angels have no love for them,
they brought all the fear.
Shoot them as they're flying
and burn their wicked wings.
They don't care about your torment,
it's just more nonsense for them to sing.