You must die, I alone am bestI hope you flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you're forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles' tour bus
A bookmobile and a Mack truckHauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red, you have no brakes
And 'Hard Copy' gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your faceDie die die die die die die
Die die die die die die dieI hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinnerPerhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that's clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can't forget the newlyweds
And those 'Jerry's Kids' are as good as deadI hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you dieI hope your cell mate thinks he's God
But CNN refer to him as 'Bowling Ball Bag Bob'
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim's a Clydesdale horseWhile he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the 'Silence of the Lambs' dance to Christian rock
Eats feces and quotes from 'Deliverance'
And fights with his imaginary playmate VinceDie die die die die die die
Die die die die die die dieI hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called 'Balls On Chin'
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember 'Fist' can be a verbAnd when you finally regain consciousness
You're bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
Cause he's the guy you flipped the bird the other dayI hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you dieI hope you die