Die, die, die, die
Scum sucking depravity debauched
Anal fuck-fest, thrill Olympics
Savage scourge supply and sanctifySo what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, dieDie, die, die, die
You said it
Sedatives supplied become laxatives
My eyes shit out lies
I only kill to know I'm aliveSo what? So what?
So what? So what?
Die, die, die, dieDie, die, die, die
So what, it's your problem
To learn to live with
Destroy us or make us saintsWe don't care, it's not our fault
That we were born too late
A screaming headache
On the brow of the stateKilling time is appropriate
To make a mess and fuck all the rest
We say, we saySo what? So what?
So what? So what?
DieDie
Now I know what is right
I'll kill them all if I like
I'm a time bomb inside
No one listens to reason
It's too late and I'm ready to fightNow I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Now I'm ready to fight
Fight, fight, fightSo what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
So what? So what?
Songwriters
WILLIAMS/WOOD/GRAVITTPublished by
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