Come lookin’ for your pound o’ flesh, but I’ve got nothin’ left Cause Christian Brothers & Brides o’ Christ’ve flogged me half to death
Suck on this ye Succubus, your star’ll never rise Ye’ve the smell o’ death about your breath & bullet holes for eyes I wish that I were sober, the day I made you mine Oh pull the piggin door behind ye, thank you for your time
Bastards! A shower o’ pricks, the likes ye’ve never known Rake em, break em, Devil may take em, down to Hell below
Oh I am frustrated 