Lyrics Ghostclocks - Blood Command

To the white trash mountain hotels
To the money bank and then brothels
To the starsky oil Routine
To the welfare war machine
Fit the fire on the TV set
Waste the dream about a private jet
Get it on with your own ghostclocks
Lit it out with chinese rocks
You're just a desperate icon
A snake in white uniform
If we holler you plead
When you bleed
And if you ever plan to fire again, come on let the games begin
You're no good to me, blame lobotomy
You're the xxxx living sucker I've ever seen