Angels and demons holding hands and whistling Dixie we haven't had that kinda fun around here since 1960 we wait in longer lines than the Russians ever did selling our childrens' souls to the highest bid I can't describe how it feels... These songs will blare out of your eyes when I get to the green building my arrival will be televised when I get to the green building when I get to the green building Satan's cheerleaders prancing around the maypole in December We haven't that kind of spectacle here since I can remember Our fearless leaders say they're equipped to the task and every point of view on this depends on who you ask It doesn't matter anyway All prophecies are realized When I get to the green building The stars will shine out of your eyes When I get to the green building When I get to the green building Isn't it interesting to see whose heart shall pass When they try to hide them but they're made of glass and isn't it interesting to see who lives or dies on the rollercoasters and the water slides And Isn't it interesting to watch them play their game When they're all such cheaters and they have no shame And isn't it interesting to hear the demons sing When the doorbell rings at the green building and Isn't it interesting and Isn't it interesting when the doorbell rings at the green building and Isn't it interesting and Isn't it interesting