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