The Ash Gray Proclamation

Well the shuttle bus is leaving us
It has collected 50 souls
Who have redefined our roles
And in the curtain there are holes
So I can see them
Look at them go
Well I soaked up a little fire and grease
In the name of peace
And fate grabbed Applehead
From his king size waterbed
And Queen Cigarette pronounced him dead
So she could free them
Look at them go!