Kill Them Now, Cause I Need Some

I Have No Control Over The Audience. I Have No Idea What They Think. My Heart's Pure. I Can't Do Anything. I Really Can't Do Anything. I Don't Know What Goes On In The Crowd.

Give Me Your Hungry, Your Tired, Your Poor, That's What The Statue Of Bigotry Says. Your Poor Huddled Masses, Let's Just Club Them To Death, And Get It Over With.

When You Think The Night Has Seen Your Mind, That Inside Your Twisted And Unkind, Let Me Stand To Show That You Are Blind. Please Put Down You Hands Cause I See You. I'll Be You Mirror.

Let's Do What You Fear Most That From Which You Recoil But Which Still Makes Your Eyes Moist

I Wish I Had A Talking Book That Told Me How To Act And Look, A Talking Book That Contained Keys To Past And Present Memories