I woke up with a rifle loaded with history
Duct taped like a band-aid to my hands
I had to learn to shoot before I learned to stand
And I can't tell if this is hell

Mussolini taught me ll of the trick shots
St Augustine said that I'd make the band
I learned to fly before I learned to land
And I can't tell if this is hell

The pastor's been mocking my religion
I've faith in fact based uncertainties
I don't need to know the gender that you fear the most
We're Apes in clothes, with ideas that grow

It's hard to make a good decision
When your web of choices have been defiled
And all comprised of a web of lies
Oh, is this hell?...
Oh, is this hell?...

Oh, is this hell?...
Oh, is this hell?...