I'm a hip dude
Shit dude
Pissed dude
Hanging on a distant call
Me indeed don't know it any better I'm the worst
Thing of it all
A boy
With all his toys
But I don't care for this
Like a boy
In a bliss
Excited'bout my politics
At the point
Of my blunt sick bayonet
Impressed with global causalty
I don't care for you man
I care for your dying
With my battery yeah
It's all my official joy
Who cares for you goddamned meet that hip
Dude
By your own roots
So pay now
I don't pay for you man
I pay for your dying
With my battery
It's all my official joy
Oh god why am I such a stupid boy thank god
Thank god
Believe that part
Face now
I know I care for it
I start bloody war
So stout that I need whore
When I'm proud
I know I have to choose
Wank down my battery
Well can't you see
You bastards
I bring you silence
Straight after the violence
This job I do
Is good for you