Live station, tune in and drop out In the canyon where the cameras caught the cop out Locked in, they're keeping us locked out Military brat on the lookout But I can't complain But I can't complain I can't complain I can't come Invocation — the Family's got a death list Morning star rising up with a death wish Enlist, cease to exist Dismissed with a kiss and a slit wrist But I can't complain No, I can't complain But I can't complain I can't come Give me patience, patients with the long hair Track 'em down in the valley of your crosshairs Pallbearers take the bodies out, red scare Looking out from the mountain on their lawn chairs I can't complain I can't complain I can't complain I can't come Protest, who the fuck you gonna protest? Nazis are well-hidden in the rat's nest Babalon on the pulpit looking well-dressed Another whore for the age of Horus Another whore for the age of Horus Another whore for the age of Horus Another whore for the age of Horus Another whore for the age of Horus