Into the Void (Filler)

There's a certain kind of man Who can't raise a son He can't even take care of himself Let alone anyone else This same sort of man can't bring a girl Up to a woman of the world There's little in the universe That seems more absurd And if it ever has happened before Then it's still obscure Because there ain't no kind of man That can raise the sun It only ever comes out On it's own recognizance And there ain't no living man That can spin a world of shit Intro a golden pearl So what is the purpose Searching for the perfect words? Digging in the desert Trying to describe the earth For whatever you thought that it was worth To make the bastard's hurt just a little worth That's why I'm digging in the desert I walked into a baptist church in a purple shirt I wanna hurt the bastards I wanna hurt the bastards I'm going down in the mine Just one last time Back to the place where I first lost my mind I gotta try to find some kinda light Besides the gleaming in a doctor's eye The lies behind his beatific disguise The memory of his constant greed is all I need To proceed to unleash the freak Then I meet the mystery beast In the dungeon deep Tonight I remind him of a child's hide Where he once sunk his teeth When I see him beneath my feet He's gonna be that weak And I can be something again Instead of some disease Mummy I'm more than some disease I was born to kill a wicked king Some kind of Reagan hunter To live amongst the vivid things Even the raging thunder No more crying in a cage And gazing in vacant wonder Upon the raping of the mother The pillage and the hateful plunder I seen the raping of the mother Now hear the avenging thunder Born to kill the president Won't genuflect before A genocidal government Without a permit or a precedent Don't wait for permission From another man Only from one woman: The earthly mother Cuz I am a classy mother lover And you are a nasty motherfucker You gotta love the mutha You gotta love the mutha The way I love the mutha Turned me into the Reagan Hunter