Lyrics
Self-pollution the game I play
Fight all night and a rampage every day
I'm a night fighter striking from a hidden rebel base
Barely holding back the skull I keep behind my face
You can't make me live the lie
Cool and collected in a suit and tie
Beneath the newsprint, the true headline
Naked ragers with their hammers high
We don't come here to be nice
We want an aneurysm every Friday night
War! War! Wage the war!
Smash and grab what you desire
Out of your mind, into the fire
We're going haywire
Preposterous and of unsound mind
I laugh out loud at the words I have underlined
Scawling manifestos just for you dear friend
A grim prediction of the rotten end
You can watch me do ghost hands
Extend my eyebrows from the tip to the end
In my sandwich board I point to the sky
My premonition that the end is nigh
Try to be good but what's the use
Everybody wants a good excuse
Play their game and still you fail
Running hot and off the rails