text: Levon wears his war wound like a crown
  He calls his child Jesus
  Cause he likes the name
  And he sends him to the finest school in town
  Levon, Levon likes his money
  He makes a lot they say
  Spends his days counting
  In the garage by the motorway
  He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day
  When the New York Times said God is dead
  And the wars begun
  Alvin Tostig has a son today
  And he shall be Levon
  And he shall be a good man
  And he shall be Levon
  In tradition with the family plan
  And he shall be Levon
  And he shall be a good man
  And he shall be Levon
  Levon sells cartoon balloons in town
  His family business thrives
  Jesus blows up balloons all day
  Sits on the porch swing watching them fly
  And Jesus, he wants to go to Venus
  Leaving Levon far behind
  Take a balloon and go sailing
  While Levon, Levon slowly dies
  He was born a pauper to a pawn on a Christmas Day
  When the New York Times said God is dead
  And the wars begun
  Alvin Tostig has a son today