The Ash Grey Proclamation

Well the shuttle bus is leaving us 
It has collected 50 souls 
Who have redefined our roles 
And in the curtain there are holes 
So we can see them

Look at them go!

Well I soaked up a little fire and grease 
In the name of peace 
And fats grabbed Applehead 
From his king size waterbed 
And Queen Cigarette pronounced him dead 
So she could free them

Look at them go!