We're having a party
We're burning it down
We're building an idol
He's sad but he don't frownHe's the cream of the crop
So we're making him God
Start writing this down
When I give you the nodThem Coptic monks
Knew how to keep it real
That Zoroastrian thing
That Rosicrucian dealWell, they might be wrong
They don't give a damn
Long as they don't run out
Of sacrificial lambsEat my dust and I'll clean your clock
Eat my dust and we'll reel and rock
Eat my dust and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial lambMadame Blavansky
And her friends
Changed lead into gold
And back againKrishnamurti said
"I'll set you free
Write a check
And make it out to me"Take a look
At my family tree
Every brother and sister
Wants something for freeYou get what pay for
From me, my friend
Nothing for nothing
Forever, amenEat my dust, you can touch my stole
Eat my dust and we'll rock and roll
Eat my dust and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial lambSmokey and the Bandit
And Saddam Hussein
Were staying up late
And acting insaneAlong with Russell Crow
And Hafiz Assad
Start taking this down
When I give you the nodThe boys are all ready
They've laid out the plans
They're setting the stage
For the man made manWe've worked out the kinks
In your DNA
So sayonara, kid
Have a nice dayEat my dust and I'll clean your clock
Do everything I tell you and then we'll talk
Eat my dust and I'll be your man
You can be my sacrificial lamb
Songwriters
KLEIN/ZEVONPublished by
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