I'm a hip dude

Shit dude

Pissed dude

Hanging on a distant call

Me indeed don't know it any better I'm the worst

Thing of it all

A boy

With all his toys

But I don't care for this

Like a boy

In a bliss

Excited'bout my politics

At the point

Of my blunt sick bayonet

Impressed with global causalty

I don't care for you man

I care for your dying

With my battery yeah

It's all my official joy

Who cares for you goddamned... meet that hip

Dude

By your own roots

So pay now

I don't pay for you man

I pay for your dying

With my battery

It's all my official joy

Oh god why am I such a stupid boy thank god

Thank god

Believe that part

Face now

I know I care for it

I start bloody war

So stout that I need whore

When I'm proud

I know I have to choose

Wank down my battery

Well can't you see

You bastards

I bring you silence

Straight after the violence

This job I do

Is good for you