There's something in the way you people smell

Like you've got no soul at all

Fingers crawling with ringworm

Your sneer's a mating call To lure in others of your breed

Spread that smug and slimy seed

Borrow quotes from the culture

Crowded like weeds Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you toad?

Hop another bar until the rooster crows This song belongs to you

And all your crew

This curse will sting the worst

As it shall mar you All rise, rise

All rise I'd rather spend an evening giving birth

Then see how you rise a groove

On everyone but the person you're talking to Trapped between babushkas on a plane

Is a fraction of how lame

It is to watch you pump

The poison through your veins Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you crow?

Squawk another song until your heart explodes This song belongs to you

And all your crew

This curse will sting the worst

As it shall mar you You probably think this means I give up on you

The saddest part is this is why I come

To watch and pray that I'm mistaken

And pray I'm not the only one Try not to care about this

I'm knowing that this is hopeless, no one notices it's

Not losing sleep over this

You people are unredeemable, indescribable, all but evil You know very well, what you are

Don't let it light you off, you wear your scars

I've had a few but not that many

But you're the only one who gives me good and plenty This song belongs to you

And all your crew

This curse will sting the worst

As it shall mar you