Kings of Ruin

Well they sewed his arm to a spear of light
While the jangling jaws goad him to fight
Who better yet than the Kings of Ruin?
Who better yet than the Kings of Ruin?
Are you better yet than the raging bulls with their easel eyes?
All these troops are mannequins baby, blind
Who better yet than the Kings of Ruin?
Who better yet than the Kings of Ruin?
Are you better yet than the Kings of Ruin?
Who better yet, then?
Oh, don’t stop me now
They’ve got it all, it isn’t enough
Oh, don’t slow me down
They’ve got it all, they’ve got it all
Oh, don’t stop me now
They’ve got it all, it isn’t enough
No, don’t slow me down
They’ve got it all, they’ve got it all
My mania is this stream of eyes
Trawling youth’s unfurnished hands
To sweep the streets you idolise