Из альбома: Demon Box
All these feeble signs of joy
as you portray them,
is a sad and lonely sight
I don't think your coctail-lives
are that joyous,
look me in the eye and say
that you'll last the night
get the car-keys
get the children
get the gun......(x2)
Now,did Junior seem a bit
weird at dinner?
don't you find you just can't tell?
I'd like to ask Which one do you
know the better-
the kids you put to life,
or the stupid digits that you sell?
get the car-keys
get the children
get the gun......
mind your parents
mind your teacher
mind your boss
and mind your job