Lex Zaleta

Lyrics

DRESSING UP IN DYNAMITE

You’re strapping on your suicide suit;
Hiding a bomb inside your boot;
Closing in on that virgin fruit;
Just one more scene you have to shoot.

Crowded mall, sellers and buyers;
Faithful fingers fondle the wire
That you think will pull you higher;
Do the deed your God will admire.

You’re dressing up in dynamite,
Impressing Satan for a night,
And, in your mind, if all goes right,
You’ll blow right into Paradise.

That flash of light, that booming sound,
The screams of children all around.
Your body parts lie on the ground;
Your soul leaps up to grab its crown.

You hear a Voice boom out a curse
Bigger than all the universe.
This isn’t what you had rehearsed;
Every scene somehow seems reversed.

Yes, you were dressing up in dynamite,
Impressing Satan for a night,
And, in your mind, if all went right,
You’d blow right into Paradise.

You’re falling faster and faster,
Down, down to doom and disaster.
Down, down to meet your new master;
Far, far from pure alabaster.

There’s so much smoke and so much fire;
Ages passed since you pulled that wire.
Your pants are aflame, liar, liar;
Now you’re singing in Satan’s choir.

Oh, you were dressing up in dynamite,
Going to impress Satan that night,
Well, you sure did blow his mind, all right,
Blew yourself right out of Paradise.

Copyright ©2006 Lex Zaleta