I'm a murder machine.
Yes, I'm running on blood
'Cause I got a cool hat.
It goes well with my shoes.
When covered in filth,
I happily spray
To the end of the day.
Now I'm cumming sawdust;
Puffing out of the head;
Spewing out of my
Lower intestinal tract,
But I know how to act.
With a teaspoon of tact.
Now it's fading to black
And I can never go back
To my old relatives and

Knowing what I know now,
It's harder to say
That people are bad if
Quivering limbs
Can tell me that they
Can fear like a kid
Whose mother has dies.
Holy shit, you're denied
All the feelings of warmth,
All the brave certainty
They elicit for spawn.
As the record turns on
And the sentiment's gone
And I gut 'em like fish
And make love to the corpse
And breach reality for

Every one of them who enters through
The sieve of life that threshes all of you.
Coming up again are drowning victims in the sand.
Death crescendo.

Keeping up the charade
Is terrible work that's
Making me die,
But it's worth it 'cause I
Don't think that the men
Out here in the bush
Can govern themselves.
Those terrorist elves,
They're coming at twelve
For a meeting with
UN depletion regimes
And it's making me cream
'Cause it's not what it seems
And they'll be dead by dawn
As the record goes on
So spin around a bit 'cause

I'm a terrorist cop
With terrorist friends
In terrorist courts
In terrorist states
With terrorist ties
To terrorist guys.
They've got IEDs
And they're in the Levant
And their bodies are gaunt
'Cause they're keeping it Kosher
As well as Halal
From Abdullah to Saul
In the Tel Aviv mall
At the Chick-Fil-A shack
And I can never go back
To my old relatives.