Countless Backs of Sad Losers

No cat would ever do that

Matter of fact

No self-respecting monkey would

Someone will pay the price

Like a frozen corpse

Someone will cough it up

Because the land lies like this

I feel carbonated (I feel)

I feel spring-loaded (I feel)

Someone will pay the price

One thousand years

Someone will cough it up

I'm the kitchen sink

You're an oil pan

We are lanced cysts

Their footprints are on

Countless backs of sad sad losers

Now all these dumb trusters

Have ******t on their faces

Got ****** up their asses

And put in their places.