No cat would ever do that

Matter of fact

No self-respecting monkey would



Someone will pay the price

Like a frozen corpse

Someone will cough it up



Because the land lies like this

I feel carbonated (I feel)

I feel spring-loaded (I feel)



Someone will pay the price

One thousand years

Someone will cough it up

I'm the kitchen sink

You're an oil pan

We are lanced cysts



Their footprints are on

Countless backs of sad sad losers



Now all these dumb trusters

Have shit on their faces

Got fucked up their asses

And put in their places.