I GOT THE MIND OF A LUNSTIC
A REAL SICK TWISTED BITCH
NOBODY KNOWS WHAT MAKES IT TICK
IM NOT IN A REAL FIT STATE
I CONCENTRATE ALL DAY ON HATE
AND DIFFERENT WAYS TO MUTILATE
LATE AT NITE ILL JUMP YOUR FENCE
AND INTRODUCE TO YOU VIOLENCE
THAT MATTERS NOT TO YOUR DEFENCE
DONT CARE IF YOUR NINE OR NINETY NINE
ON YOUR DEAD HEART CUNT I WILL DINE
ILL BATHE IN BLOOD
ILL DRINK THE WINE
I OFTEN DREAM ABOUT THE DEAD
AND HOW I WANT TO CRUSH THEIR HEADS
IT KEEPS MY FUCKING HUNGER FED
MOST SEE WHITE BUT I SEE BLACK
MORE CHOOSE LIFE WHICH I TAKE BACK
WITH FRENZIED MANIC AXE ATTACKS
EVIL THOUGHTS INFLICTING PAIN
A TOMAHAWK EXPOSING BRAIN
I SOLD MY SOUL TO PLAY THIS GAME
FOR REASONS THAT I CANT EXPLAIN
I HAVE TO KILL & KILL AGAIN
THERES ALWAYS BLOOD FOR ME TO DRAIN
CREATING CRIPPLES
HURT & MAIM
A MENTAL STATE YOU CANNOT TAME
ON YOUR TONGUE ILL CARVE MY NAME
AND HANG IT IN A PICTURE FRAME
YOUR FIRST BORN SON WILL GET THE SAME
I LOVE HATE MY LOVE IS PAIN
I WAS UP THE PUB
AND I COULDN'T STAND
I WAS THAT DRUNK
THAT I SHIT ME FUCKIN PANTS
PEOPLE WOULDN'T TALK TO ME
PEOPLE SAID I STUNK
PEOPLE CAN GET FUCKED
'CAUSE IM A DRUNKEN PuNk
I LEFT THE FUCKIN PUB
WITH MY DICK IN MY HAND
DIDN'T GET A ROOT
AND I DIDN'T LIKE THE BAND
WENT UP TO THE BOTTLO TO BUY SOME BUNDY RUM
AND WENT DOWN TO THE PARK
TO DRINK IT WITH SOMEONE
BUMPED A PACK OF STREETY'S
WEARING NIRVANA SHIRTS
MY INNER NAZI PuNk
KICKED THE SHIT OUT OF THESE JERKS
ACCOSTED BY THE PO PO
BASHED AGAIN BY THESE DOG CUNTS
I COULDN'T REALLY GIVE A FUCK
'CAUSE IM A DRUNKEN PuNk
BAILED IN THE MORNING
TO FRONT THE MAGISTRATE
WHO HELD ME IN CONTEMPT OF COURT
FOR CRIMES SUPPORTING HATE
THE MORAL OF THE STORY
IS TO BE UPFRONT
IN THE SCUMFUCK TRADITION
BE A DRUNKEN PunK
