Текст: Skyclad. A Clown Of Thorns.

Walking my personal calvary mile to a do-it-yourself-crucifixion,
It's a kingdom of clowns wearing martyrdom's crown -
I must fight for my hammer and nails.
We're an endless procession of lost, disposessed unbelievers -
Whose prayers go unheard and unanswered,

(unheard and unsanswered like junk mail for Jesus).