You're a piece of shit You're a piece of shit You need the enemy You need someone to crush Somebody weaker than you To make you feel strong enough
Take the knife on up the hill, lover, and kiss the girl goodbye Your foetus is dead dripping down your dress And her life now means to me even less
Is this real or is it a dream? I can't seem to tell the difference anymore Caught between needing and the need to be real Your open arms gaping like
All we represent to them, man, is somebody who needs a haircut Look me in the eyes and say it! You little punk Asshole! Asshole! Asshole! Asshole
Wake up... time to die! No one knows the trouble I've seen No one knows my mind Don't think about it, you won't feel bad You can't touch me now
Little Ian, the camp old queen Went to London and came back lean Little Leslie, fond of the sun Came back with more than a tan Tried to change the
Kissed a man's feet, then shot him dead Didn't like his face or what he said Saw a movie and I finally cracked It sent him skyward Skyward Sick
