Twenty-seven ways to clear the decks for action

Or gently die from neck-dissection

No rest until end time celebration

One, two, three here rocks the nation

Blame it on the mother devil's son

Come on y'all, have some fun 
Little shop of horrors with freaks of every age
Show up to see the Lumpis on stage

Twenty-seven
Twenty-seven

We want more
Than anyone can give
Man doesn't live
by bread alone

Doomed men
Confusing ones
So much they tried
To win hands down

We want more
Than anyone can give
Man doesn't live
by bread alone

Always we try to swim against
In this trans-synthetic blues sequence
Where is my brother where is my friend
Come on we’ll do the psycho dance

Don’t call a doctor just bring us wine
Let the night, the night be mine
Always we stand up
And never we’ll give up

Some will float and some will drown
Tossed about this phony warmth
No one lights up your shaky path
You’ll not be hailed for your broken arms

Don’t call a doctor just give us wine
Let the night, the night be mine
Always we stand up
And never we give up