All across the nation, agents of Satan
callin' me names and hatin' my game plan.
They find it strange that I pray and obey Him.
While they're displayin' their hate for the slain Lamb.

Cruisin' through Olney, you'd know me if you saw me.
I'm different, (how different?) like a well-dressed zombie.
Quite the op, see; I dress sloppy
compared to the rich, the worldly, the ungodly.
But I'm alive, me, honestly, solemnly.
So step up, my friend, it's time to follow me.

I don't flow in the groove like a lemming,
I stay away from these gremlins, who pack hemp, and weapons,
thanking Charles Heston for the heat on their chest. End.
Saying goodbye to your new best friend.

All across town
Seems I'm always gettin' bossed down
Crossed out.
That's fine by me.
Better gettin' crossed out
Than joinin hands with this lost town
Brought Down
Eternally.