Army of Bono - Clutch

Hold the presses Mikey!

Hot news on the wire!

Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir

Celebrities and cameras are headed to the scene

While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines

Don’t worry, it’s just stigmata

Pass me a napkin and don’t you dare tell my mother

Your local programming interrupted

By the mindless banter of a soulless talking head

Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue

Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns

Don’t worry, it’s just stigmata

Pass me a napkin and don’t you dare tell my mother

Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?

Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly

And when our world is over, children by the fire

Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah

And somewhere in the darkness a flag goes running by

The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly

Don’t worry, it’s just stigmata

Pass me a napkin and don’t you dare tell my mother

Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down?

Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly