Clutch - Army of Bono lyrics

Hold the presses Mikey! Hot news on the wire!
Hundreds see an image of
A Guinness drinking choir
Celebrities and cameras are headed
To the scene while presidents are fleeing to
Their speeding limousines

Don’t worry, it’s just stigmata
Pass me a napkin and don’t
You dare tell my mother

Your local programming interrupted
By the mindless banter of
A soulless talking head
Roll out the red carpet
Dripping bloody tongue
Pay no mind to blue berets
And all their shiny guns
Don’t worry, it’s just stigmata
Pass me a napkin and don’t
You dare tell my mother
Who you gonna call when the
Man brings his hammer down?
Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly

And when our world is over
Children by the fire
Raise their hands and pray that they
May see a new Messiah
And somewhere in the darkness a
Flag goes running by
The smell of cigarettes and love
Are incense for the fly

Don’t worry, it’s just stigmata
Pass me a napkin and don’t
You dare tell my mother

Who you gonna call when the
Man brings his hammer down?
Goose stepping with a smoking Irish fly