Here we lie at the banquet Of the last white king We are drunk Here we lie celebrating Like all fools do these days Like all fools do these days Here we lie celebrating Like all fools do these days Like all fools do these days Lecherous, slanderous We are prisoners Rush, choose the side Hush, choose the side Guided by swine, advised by traitors And the creeps around our fire places It's a vision It's a lie Here we march to the banquet Of the last white war We are drunk Here we die celebrating Like all fools do these days Like all fools do these days It's a vision It's a lie Straight from star wars into stone age It's excitement and adventure Here's the cure for all our ailments For the slaves of entertainment As we drink the blood by gallons Fuel of our vices, baby We would sing about the wonders Awaiting us in a place called heaven It's a vision It's a lie