"(I Wanna Be A) Dumbcharger" lyrics

To seek the blood from precious stones is blasphemy
The perfect angels who monitor your intentions
God keeps his famous children, be respectable
Temptation creeps to you like rapists in the night

So smoke the rockets
And float the boats
We'll man our stations
Like devil goats

And hope to hell we hear the bell
To let us go, go home