You bitch, you scoundral,
You lieing thiev
You run amuk and what do you leave
A trail of betrayl, anger and lies
While the love for mankind quickly dies
For people like you, people like me
Eventhough we walk the streets
And though we eat and breath deciet
You have reached all new feats
You lost both friends
Whom did you no wrong
And with your heart
You sang the wrong song
And for your doings you'll suffer this:
We'll kill you with words rather than fists