This is a song about "Mrna"

Don't shoot the messenger, just go along and hate the martyr,

Running gayly down center stage, i flip out caged in a rage like a ballistic bomber

He can always transfer for my suffer to they other side,

Although all her adult life, she has never used or applied

I'm a nineteen year old middle-class upstanding white kid who would have guessed that?

I'm only the messenger, hermes of an era, warning of a past,