it matters not how good the lights look on your checked shirt
you go around town preaching a brain-fed fabrication
result! celebration of a mindless goal
why's everyone sided with the grumpy troll?
take off those beer-stained glasses
and focus on the image of one
who will bear your standard
when Hell marries the North Pole
when Hell marries the North Pole...
no wish to examine the density of your bleeding brain cells
realisation that the next horse will bleed you dry
promise that you'll die crying
into your losing slip at the bookie's desk
eat those selfish words
at the bookie's desk
YOU DESERVE EVERYTHING YOU ARE
bad habits including the slaughter of pregnant rabbits
no point in waiting for a list of excuses
did you pick up your godlike cravings
from giving or taking playground bruises?
adding you into 6 makes a riot
17 years have been bled dry
you've got no room for change
so alone you will die...