Extrimist (Parallel)-Penal Colony

Freemasons Of Enochian Magick - Penal Colony Kings and queens on Vaseline Kill the jar that christened me Lost in thought? Open up the straightcoat! Edward Kelly's in the corner on No-Doz Nights and days fall one by one Inch by inch, you're a hit and run As the truck careens, sight unseen Angels coming at a quarter to three So don't go, no Hey don't go, no We are the sons The 23 sons The freemasons of Enochian magick We are the sons The bastard sons The freemasons of Enochian magick (Now what do you think about that?) Cleaned and pressed and in duress Don't know if we can finish the rest Place the sign in a vat of cat juice Jason on the trap, here comes the deuce deuce Spoke to angels through a big clear rock Talked in tongues, do you give a toss? I wrote a book that Jesus took Built a pyramid and took the rook Checkmate, y'all! Checkmate, y'all! I know they are following I know they can hear me I know they can touch me I know they are following I know they are following