I would like to tell you something

But I can't be bothered



I hate your guts and want you to die, and

I don't think I need a reason why

Please leave right away, get out of my sight

Before I do something you won't live to regret



Go away

Far away

I don't want you to stay

Drive a car into a wall and die



I would feed your corpse to my guinea pig

And dance a jig all over you remains

I would tell everyone you had gone on holiday

While plugging in the wire between you and the mains