Here's the first few stanzas, to tempt you to enter the MySpace regions:
to show he loved his country he locked it up. he stored it in the dark. he watered it like a flower. he protected it with a dagger and a pistol.
to show he loved his country he sent himself secret messages. he dressed himself completely in white. he cursed like a freedom fighter. he wrapped his shit in cellophane.
he was a book of saints. he spoke in tongues. he was morse code. he was a pyramid of masonic longing.