Sacrificial Lambs Songtext / Lyric

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