Clutch - Army Of Bono

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 scene While 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 interrupted by 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 fire Raise 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.