The Chosen One

Like the girl that we met at the serpent mound
Like the thing that we saw in the ultrasound
Like the path through the woods that the natives shun
Like the hair on the mole of the chosen one
Either way, we don't pay
Tear the skin right off the sun
Everybody knows who is the chosen one
Like the star in the stone of the elder thing
Like the deal that we made with the morlock king
Like the path through the woods that the natives shun
Like the hair on the mole of the chosen one
Either way, we don't pay
Tear the skin right off the sun
Everybody knows who is the chosen one
(God knows what he's singing here, but I think I make out "Ubbo-Sathla" every so often.)