Текст песни Sacrificial Lambs - Warren Zevon

We're having a party, we're burning it down
We're building an idol, he's sad but he don't frown
He's the cream of the crop, so we're making him God
Start writing this down when I give you the nod

Them Coptic monks knew how to keep it real
That Zoroastrian thing, that Rosicrucian deal
Well, they might be wrong, they don't give a damn
Long as they don't run out of sacrificial lambs

Eat my dust and I'll clean your clock
Eat my dust and we'll reel and rock
Eat my dust and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial lamb

Madame Blavansky and her friends
Changed lead into gold and back again
Krishnamurti said, "I'll set you free
Write a check and make it out to me."

Take a look at my family tree
Every brother and sister wants something for free
You get what pay for from me, my friend
Nothing for nothing forever, amen

Eat my dust, you can touch my stole
Eat my dust and we'll rock and roll
Eat my dust and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial lamb

Smokey and the Bandit and Saddam Hussein
Were staying up late and acting insane
Along with Russell Crowe and Hafez Assad
Start taking this down when I give you the nod

The boys are all ready, they've laid out the plans
They're setting the stage for the man-made man
We've worked out the kinks in your DNA
So sayonara, kid, have a nice day

Eat my dust and I'll clean your clock
Do everything I tell you and then we'll talk
Eat my dust and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial lamb