Don't Ask Me, I Don't Know

I Just Suddenly Thought, People Really Get Off On Being Scared. They Pay Money To See Green Foam Come Out Of People's Mouths.

People Want It To Be Red, Like Blood. It's Kind Of Funny. When I Used To Throw Meat Into The Audience, I'd Get Letters From Kids' Mothers Saying, "what's The Best Way To Get Blood Stains Out Of My Son's Shirt?"

The Rest Of The Guys In Sabbath Became Boring Old Farts, And There I Was, This Crazy Guy, Still Into Wrecking Hotel Rooms And Having Parties.

I've Listened To Preachers, I've Listened To Fools. I've Worshipped The Dropouts, Who've Made Their Own Rules.

Thank God For The Bomb. Nuke Ya, Nuke Ya.