SymbioteIII's video: Clutch - Army of Bono

"Army of Bono" is the eighth track from Clutch's 2004 album release, "Blast Tyrant." Given there were no studio uploads of this song, I figured I'd give it a go, considering I've been listening to this song a lot recently. Maybe someone will enjoy it and decide to check out the band, or, perhaps, even buy the album. Do note, though, that I obviously did not create anything in this video. I simply combined the song and the cover art of Blast Tyrant to create a familiar feel. If you like what you hear, you should check out Amazon or eBay where the digipak of "Blast Tyrant," which is currently out-of-print, sells. Local retailers may also carry the Jewel Case version. http://www.pro-rock.com/ http://www.amazon.com/Blast-Tyrant-Clutch/dp/B0001MDP5O - Lyrics - Hold the presses, Mikey! Hot news on the wire! Hundreds see an image of a Guinness drinking choir. Celebrities and cameras, are headed to the scene. While presidents are fleeing to their speeding limousines. Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother. Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother. Your local programming, interrupted. By the mindless banter of a soulless talking head. Roll out the red carpet, dripping bloody tongue. Pay no mind to blue berets and all their shiny guns. Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother. Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother. Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down? Goose-stepping with a smoking Irish fly. And when our world is over, children by the fire. Raise their hands and pray that they may see a new Messiah. And somewhere in the darkness, a flag goes running by. The smell of cigarettes and love are incense for the fly. Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother. Don't worry, it's just stigmata. Pass me a napkin, and don't you dare tell my mother. Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down? Goose-stepping with a smoking Irish fly. Who you gonna call when the man brings his hammer down? Goose-stepping with a smoking Irish fly.