I'll play the dead My deal My free will is free-wheelin' Down the road of stones I'll make my bed Despite all the fight That has left me standing in the field We'll wait until the cows come home When the bull-shit piles up in the field I'll start a fire But no winter will come upon us With hearts as cold as steel I'll change my tune As soon as the cock crows for the evening On the powers that be We'll wait until the cows come home When the bull-shit piles up in the field I'll wag my tongue once more Like the whore who led this country Smiling on all fours I'll hollow my will out with language, race and religion Like a two-faced beast We'll wait until the cows come home When the bull-shit piles up in the field I'll play the ideal two-faced beast I'll play the ideal two-faced beast I'll play the ideal two-faced beast I'll play the ideal two-faced beast