Hail to the Gun Shai
Hail to the milk
Hail to my comforts
Organic and silk

Don't come over wretched
Don't come over Fei

And I
Have a cover-boy hero
He feeds me looking-glass ways
No conscience collective
It's the same
It's the same

Hail to the makeup
Hail to the silt
Hail to the anger
Hail to the guilt
We nailed the conquest
We nailed to the bone
We nailed what we wanted
And now we're alone
Now we're alone

Don't come over wretched
Don't come over all tame

And I
Have a lover-boy hero
He feeds my straight-shooting ways
No conscience collective
Hold on to the stake
Spare my cover-boy hero
He feeds my looking-glass ways
And though I don't really love him
He's my face
He's my face