Benefit rules your souls.

That's a sugar skull.

Egging you on, walking your terraces,
those bastards in claret and blue,
half past a laugh at your stupid arse,
global manifestation of memories past.

You bunch of fools, spoon fed like your bread winner was brain dead,
I am a liar, I will go and thieve,
but the convictions I hold I treasure, not grieve.

Smashing on through your perverse concoction of wannabes and hasbeen's.
I'm leaving you with what's left in your head.
NOTHING.

Earth is Hollow.

I said wait a minute, you cunts are just in my way,
Watching your forces retreat, turn and look the other way as they obey,
Satan's stomping through your street like the second coming of the creep,
Cutbacks so clean, cutbacks so neat.

Same Matress, Different Sheets

Second coming of Christ, don't said I didn't warn you,
Cos incest's a bitch when it's common knowledge your mum's a whore, dude.

Topical and Racist

Wit an airplane spoon flyin' everywhere my baby coo's,
You bitches that glance over everything thought I said coon.

Relationships

My baby's crazy, takes his pick from the lady litter,
Your baby's lady takes dick from the baby sitter.

MORE FEEN.

Take a look at your baby, a showpony in American Apparel,
My baby sees your baby from a mile away, and sees targets in a barrel.

Indians

Fixie rolls, knapsacks, girls jeans and the rest,
Your baby still cries when he leaves his momma's breast.