Clutch - Army Of Bono Lyrics
Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire!Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir.Celebrities and cameras are headed to the sceneWhile presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines.Don't worry, it's just stigmata.Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.Your local programming interruptedby the mindless banter of a soulless talking head.Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue.Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns.Don't worry, it's just stigmata.Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.And when our world is over, children by the fireRaise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah.And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by.The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly.Don't worry, it's just stigmata.Pass me a napkin and don't you dare tell my mother.Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly.
