My Art Is Martian

My art is scratched into your head

Your head is bleeding for my flair

My flair is dancing in your glare

’cause your art can only feed my dare

Chorus:

My art

Is in Martian

And in bright red

And in bright red

There came a scream from the old butcher

I heard him gurgling

Then a breath from the school teacher

I heard her choking

Then a moan from the new preacher

I heard him praying

For an ally and a worshiper

And then the blood came flooding

My art will crucify your prayer

Your prayer will put me in the chair

You will electrify and scare

’cause your art is something to despair

Chorus:

My art

Is in Martian

And in bright red

And in bright red

There came a scream from the old butcher

I heard him gurgling

Then a breath from the school teacher

I heard her choking

Then a moan from the new preacher

I heard him praying

For an ally and a worshiper

And then the blood came flooding