[Prozac]

Hitler and
Napoleon
Fought thirty years
To have her hand
Bitter ends
Thy will be damned
Disney magic
Kingdom come

After all we've won, is this
The state we are reduced to?
It might make you sick at first
It takes some getting used to

Her nails are polished
But her hands are tied

You make us thrive

And when we bomb
The foreign towns
Will she smile
Upside down?

Walk her through an aisle soon
With cigarettes and needles
In the face of this devotion
We are merely equals

Take her in your
Arm like cyanide
A long black car
Is parked outside

To take away the bride

A tisket, a tasket
A green and yellow basket

Attract it, attack it
Strike first and ask it after

In the ruins
Of this brave new
World we have
Uncovered

Remains the vestige
Of the bride
Who stared aghast
And wondered

Who'd have thought
We'd lose this easy fight
It seems she's sleeping
But her eyes are wide

Won't someone wake the bride?

Goth!