Well I try not to be part
Of the destruction of the sun
I only need a little peace
To get the washing done
A handshake and a backslap
I will never pretend
Peddlers and prostitutes
Your only friends
And I’m watching from a distance
From outside of the pen
With your snouts in the trough
You spend your whole life
Thinking that you’re something
That you’re not
«It's guys like you
Been fucking guys like me, or what?»
The jury has acquitted your arse
Time and time again
Those glory days are gone
You thought they’d never end!
And I’m watching the destruction
From outside of the pen
With your snouts in the trough
Now I wanna get off
Obnoxious and boring
Still trying to act tough
And you bought the bucket
You still got your
You’ve got your snouts in the trough
Now it’s coming all undone
The cracks are bigger
Than your heads
The piss that runs downhill
Will hit your mouths instead
It’s time for retribution
Watch the fuckers burn and then
We’ll pick up all the pieces
And we’ll watch them burn again
We’ll pick up all the pieces
And we’ll watch them burn again
WE’LL PICK UP ALL THE PIECES
AND WE’LL WATCH THEM BURN AGAIN