The Red Sacristy

Sorry to disappoint Like a bleeding cow Or a somber, Scottish funeral I've tried time and again To redefine the word canonization And of my own accord All that I decide Shall be declared Saints Look me in the eyes Slap me in the face Okay not that fucking hard You're fairly close, but still no sitar Hey, it's been a lot of fun But baby I'm afraid The song is halfway done And I'm barely awake How are the wife and kids? Nice, that's really, really, really great I exhale, and step inside The dim cantina where my target sits in his chair