Kokopelli Face Tattoo
Andrew Jackson Jihad Lyrics

I was a sexy little viper ruin
I used to be something dangerous and attractive, but now I am broken down and worthless.

In the corner of a King Tut tomb
I was hidden away and forgotten, in a place of royalty and ancient history.

When the hate train started Going choo choo.
When people began expressing their hate and anger, I was there to witness it.

I was a rat on a burning ship When we sunk, our fire got put out.
I was a part of a doomed situation, and the end result was complete destruction.

It was just like the great plague, It's like the birth of underwear.
The disaster felt as catastrophic as a massive disease outbreak, but also mundane and commonplace like something as basic as underwear.

Hey dude I hate everything you do But I’m trying really hard to not hate you Hating you won’t make you suck any less
I strongly dislike your actions, but I am making an effort to not let my hatred of those actions consume my opinion of you as a person.

I was a wheel in a war machine Now I’m a toilet in a restaurant Somebody’s gotta do it I know my place
I used to be part of something larger and more important, but now I have a lower and less glamorous position. I understand that this is where I belong.

I was a baby killing Cadillac Now I’m a drug induced heart attack Somebody’s gotta do it I know my place
I used to be something that caused harm and destruction, but now I am a consequence of that same type of behavior. I accept that this is where I belong.

Have you ever wanted to be Have you ever wanted wanted to see Someone better, in the mirror
Have you ever wished that you were someone else, or had something better or different about yourself?

Have you ever wanted to go Have you ever wanted to know Somewhere greener, somewhere cleaner
Have you ever desired to escape your current situation and find a better, more pure and refreshing environment?

I bet you got something beautiful in mind
I imagine that you have a wonderful idea or plan in your thoughts, that you would love to execute.

They’re gonna beat me till I’m black and blue Give me a kokopelli face tattoo And I’ll tell you a secret Crisis (German for Williams[?])
I will endure physical violence to the point of injury if it means I can receive a permanent symbol of my beliefs or values, and I will even reveal a personal secret to you. (Note: The meaning behind 'Crisis' in the lyric is unclear.)

In the blood cult of the wayward youth I’ve got a bad case of the yellow flashlight blues Let me tell you some weird shit Civil war, civil wa
I am part of a group of misguided and rebellious young people, and I am experiencing negative emotions and uncertainty as a result. I have some strange and unrelated thoughts to share about the Civil War.