Dr. Piranha - Dog Fashion Disco

He rose up from a toilet

Bearing gifts and bleeding from his ass

Inside his disinfected mausoleum

He scrubbed his hands and prepared for surgery

Inside the operating room he screamed

«I believe this patient is already dead»

The nurse’s laughter echoed through the halls

As the doctor lit a smoke and shook his head

I have discovered another flaw

In God’s sick invention

We have built a time machine

To travel through other dimensions

The mercitron engaged the patient in

A defenseless war against mortality

Angered by the latest turn of events

The doctor felt he should part company

Upon arrival on the planet Mars

While waiting for the mothership to come

Dr. Piranha and his faithful disciples

In orbit searched for a baboon’s heart

We are what we are

We are what we are

Christ clones are imprisoned

In slave camps on a planet of trolls

As coal mines and tar pits

Are filled with dead astronauts

Malpractice in the cosmos

The garden of stars is filled with vengeful enemies

Assassins and hitmen eagerly await orders

For research subjects to be purchased by the highest bidder

I will be hunted for infinity

Detected with a DNA radar, they’ll watch my every move

The voices in my head will never cease

Mocking me over and over and over and over again

We are what we are

We are what we are

Christ clones are imprisoned

In slave camps on a planet of trolls

As coal mines and tar pits

Are filled with dead astronauts

Christ clones are imprisoned

In slave camps on a planet of trolls

As coal mines and tar pits

Are filled with dead astronauts