Brand new popes and kings Owning all the things I need to survive If I am alive It will be made And fully paid But bought instead Of breaking bread Danton waking me Texting on t.V. About a place that’s real But close enough to feel It in my brain A rolling pain Of churning dread Inside my head God is pumping me all full of lead Oh no! Here comes Robespierre But i’m too tired to care He came to kill the king So kiss his freedom ring Like only he Can truly see The way to be For really free To live beyond your means But beneath your being Stay hungry to believe In messianic thieves Who feel that free Post-human beings Can eat and breathe Believe in bread God is pumping me all full of lead What’s unloading on me’s filling up my soul But I’m not dead Just full of lead Is reloading Jeremiah’s broken yoke But I’m not dead Jeremiah Just full of lead Jeremiah Oh yeah! Pirates, popes, and kings Repeat everything Century 21 Flux and opinion Before my eyes And in disguise But it’s a prize To see as me Until I’m dead God is pumping me all full of lead