The message goes with it's brand new child We fall over from grace with every stickly man insect And you pass by the woods without blinking an eye Will you put forward the pieces that passes you by And the message goes with the fire on high As the rightful champion, a heart of gold But why did he make me and why does it seem? Oh! They're trying to tell me pray the three letter name I burn the child, cause I don't know why I have a clinical eye, can't prove a thing The message says that the sticks and the leaves And the insects were put here to test if we see To ignore them for what they might be Oh! Burn all detail from the fire on high I'll burn the child cause I don't know why I have a clinical eye, can't prove a thing The message goes with the fire on high As a rightful champion, a heart of gold But why did he make me and why does it seem? Oh! They're trying to tell me pray the three letter name I'll burn the child cause I don't know why I have a clinical eye, can't prove a thing I'll burn my child, cause I don't know why I have a clinical eye, can't prove a thing