No other way to say it, I've got the chill, the kill, the fill of the thrill, I've got scissors, I'm a sinner, thinner than an anorexic bitch, I can't go down without a fight, ain't that right? I'm under the influence of the kerosene, I'm done with the fighting scene, bullshit, I'm unfit, unclean, what can I do, plastered beyond belief? It's a disaster, I'm undone with the blaster, fire on the enemies, the rebels are running, running for their lives, oh, they don't have wives, what drives us to think, lie, cheat and steal for our own meals? It's the darkness, cold, bleak and true, oh, what will you rue? Will it be the light, the good? Or it will be the unpleasantness of humanity, getting down with the insanity? By the by, we can't ask why, bleeding for the truth, we're searching for the fountain of youth, uncouth in this time of need, we sow the seed, why can't we read? Oh we've got our thinking caps on, oh we're still moving on, until the end of time, this is the end of my rhyme.
