LIVE AND LET ME KILL, O MY BROTHERS!

Yes, I am a saint, a myth, a mystery.
Yes, I am a myth. Live and let me kill, o my brothers.
This world seems strange, it defies logic.
This moon is remarkably vast, o my brothers.
This is real happiness and everything seems perfect.
Is Bush a Ufo, a mystery?


This world seems strange, it defies logic.
Although we seem to float in an unfamiliar place
the situation is not likely to improve.
You must never give up for there is
nothing to fear. Kill and let me live, o my brothers.
I am a sea captain intimidated by my myth.


I am infatuated with peter, o my brothers.
I am infatuated with peter pan, o my love.
This moon is remarkably vast, o my brother Allah.
If in an unfamiliar place suddenly comes
an idea to my mind, just one, I say I am a saint.
I am infatuated with peter pan, o my love.


Yes, I am a saint, a myth, a mystery.
Just kill and let me live, o my brothers.
Although we seem to float where
no one has been before death is light and
night is filled with the sound of your
breathing, o my brother peter pan.


Is Bush a saint, a Ufo, a mystery?
Although he seems to float in an unfamiliar
place, going crazy is still a possibility.
Demons like him with nothing to live for
seem nervous, they defy logic.
Why can´t death be the light of humanity?