I am out on your front lawn
With 12 lines of cocaine and a truckfull of hookers
All pouring onto the streets for one last orgy of self destruction
Driving the Popemobile into an ocean of fire
Drunkenly hitting on oblivion
While my brain has rough sex with transparency in the back
Until finally I drag out the trolley of clowns
To kill you and make jokes about it
And then laugh as they run through your fueneral
Looting, fucking and pillaging.
Thank you.
Click click click.