When I dropped out of hell
They kept sending strange angels
To see what the deal was, what
I was all about.

Well I was all about eyes and clouds,
trees and bees, cats and worms.
I was all about being all about.
And this had them really confused.

So I dropped back into hell.
To say hello to idiots and mercenaries.
They have astonishing tattoos. And the girls,
well, parts of them are actually fires.

Except their eyes.
Except their eyes.