Album: If Looks Could Kill I'd Watch You Die (1999)





Bourgeois fascist,mighty warrior of the right

Your scared of your shadow.your favorite shade is white

Front high class like youre the shit.im done.ive had it

Wave your hands up in the air!

Scream hallelujah,king shit is here!

I keep on trying. i keep on thinking

I keep on dying. i keep on sinking

I keep on pushing. i keep on losing

I keep on miving. i keep on bruising

I keep on hating.i keep on waiting

I keep on thin ice.i keep on skating

I keep on sliping.i keep on anticipating

I keep it off the hook.i keep my temper cooked

Is that a voice just in your head

Now what exactly made you think youd fool us with your smile?

Man,we all know your a fink

Point out the obvious for a living,you dont even need to think

Cut off your digits,and make your hands bleed

Don't push my buttons when your hands are clean

Won't get them dirty,but youll die.now get the fuck out

This is my right.and now its my turn to set the record stright

You got a lot of pull?you got a lot of weight?

Phony m.c.s,you got a lot of clout.phony m.c.s,put your head out