Now, now Do you want order Do you want power Do you want truth Whatchu want, whatchu want Whatchu want, whatchu want Do you want order Do you want power Do you want truth Whatchu want, whatchu want Whatchu want, whatchu want ("What comes next?" I ask the Chinese God of Fortune from my bed And in my head, he gets right back to me And much like this small slip of paper, riddles of my death In broken verse, he does his worst and goes like) (Welcome to the crux, we made it. Welcome to the crux It's all downhill from here It's all downhill from here, yeah Welcome to the crux, we made it. Welcome to the crux It's all downhill from here It's all downhill from here, yeah) (Falling down the bunnyhole) (White Jesus. White, White Jesus White Jesus. White, White Jesus) (I'm a real free thinker with bars of gold) (White Jesus. White, White Jesus) (This wedding is stupid This wedding is dumb) (Plead with the gods for some direction) (They've promised me cake, and all I've got are crumbs) (But you don't need answers, you need better questions) Do you want order Do you want power Do you want truth Whatchu want, whatchu want Whatchu want, whatchu want Do you want order Do you want power Do you want