Saturday, July 24, 1999
Blow Your Little Minds
Just a flash in the pan
To blow your little minds
The nucleus of
an atomic mine
Abducted by a Dutchman
Dressed to kill
And he's
gonna try
There's no one about
No one to see
What you're about to do
You
pick up your gun
Take off your shoe
For someone it's a clue
He
flips the switch
A level he pulls
It's gonna be the end
He
looks in the sky
Lines up his shot
He's aiming at you
It wasn't your fault
No matter what you feel
He had inner pain
Which
nothing could heal
Nowhere to run
Nowhere to hide
What
you're gonna do
You mutter some words
Surrounded by smoke
You've
disappeared it seems
He shoots anyway
But it's not at you
You
wonder who it's at
You look in the sky
Hearing the shot
He
falls to the ground
Just a flash in his hand
To blow his little mind
The ending of a
man once alive
Abducted by Lucifer
Dressed to kill
And he's the
one who'll die