Our father was a doctor Before he was a god And our mother was his silent, cringing prophet They lived inside the belly of a mountain And drew their guns beside the poisoned fountain We were a golden children, and we lived everywhere Our parents had a secret, our father had a chair And into the clouds we would ride Free of sin and full of his pride We played a game and told a lie and made sure it was true And gave the lawyer a snake, just to see what he would do The land was swallowed whole Inside of it sorrow and sin "Today is the first day", we told it, "So let the games begin." And the floor gave way to the maw And the taxman came with the demons of the law