Some people think they're jammy

But I know they must be crazy

Can't see their misfortune

Even if they're lazy

Walk throughout the fire

Drive throughout the smoke

See my enemy at the end of the rope



Walk on piles of needles

See what they can do

Walk on gilded splinters

With the King of the Zulus



Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon

Walk on gilded splinters

Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon

Walk on gilded splinters



Here I go, now

Til I murder, til I'm dead



I rode out my coffee

By drinking poison from my chalice

Propped against my faith

I drink oil for my malice



Meet me on your doorstep

Soon we'll be in the gutter

Melt you just like butter

I'll make you stutter



Walk throughout the fire

Drive throughout the smoke

See my enemy at the end of the rope



Walk on piles of needles

See what they can do

Walk on gilded splinters

With the King of the Zulus



Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon

Walk on gilded splinters

Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon

Walk on gilded splinters



Til I murder, til I'm dead