(I Wanna Be A) Dumbcharger Songtext / Lyric

(R. Pollard)



To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemy

The perfect angels who monitor your intentions

God keeps his famous children---be respectable

Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night

So smoke the rockets and float the boats

We'll man our stations like devil goats

And hope to hell we hear the bell

To let us now go home