Like someone says you’re no such thing as an ogre You’re just an amplification of their thoughts, their schedule’s structure Anyone can stumble into temptation indeed What a fright, The result is between your feet What a thrill to What a thrill to How do you feel to? Everybody seems confident of what it means to live free And everyone else is tough when it’s just talk and opinion It’s just a matter of fact about what can be misleading Do not bother I’m the one to despise, you’re the lover What a thrill to What a thrill to How do you feel to? Thrill to What a thrill to What a thrill to How do you feel? I despise, you love I despise, you love I despise your law I despise, you live
Excuse me ma’am the lords of the square send their apologies All the docks cleared out All the smoke fades out We answered them properly And I, I’m glad and I’m lucky I’m so glad and lucky to stick by with the righteous the favorite ones, although Hear cracks from the top of my head and sirens getting closer and closer, oh no! I want to be friend with all of you, guys I didn’t pick the wrong side On which side of the square do I find myself best? C’est le grotesque Me and my boys like, in fact, to act politely Me and my boys will teach you a certain lesson the hard way All of my boys are bothered by the blocks on the highway Come on out, come and stay with your favorite party Dress yourself like the part, like an arm of an army I want to be friend with all of you, guys I didn’t pick the wrong side On which side of the square do I find myself best? C’est le grotesque Oh, sober sense of free will Stuff my acts with lies Oh, sober sense of free will Stuff my acts with lies Oh, sober sense of free will Stuff my acts with lies Oh, sober sense of free will Stuff my acts with lies
Cops with clubs and kids with cigs A dangerous man with a dangerous uniform informs of a swarm of worms crawling over like a storm Everybody stay calm, please it’s nothing but a lukewarm risk So, shake your wrists! It’s smoking hot! An onslaught It’s like killing alligators to make Gatorade Oh, the grades, the blaze, the graves The parade fades Oh, when I grab you by the neck You and your splattered head I get wet Sweating C.S. Sweating Sweat, sweat, sweet, sweet I like to engage in close fights mom, if you don’t mind I like to keep my nostrils apart White powder inhaling Red fluid exhaling, combined Bound to be blind Born to thrive Blessed in disguise Don’t stop the onslaught Open your mind doper of mine Collect all your teeth Leave your own dog untied Oh, when I grab you by the neck You and your severed head I get wet Sweating C.S. Sweating Sweat, sweat, sweet, sweet Turn this psychosis into your personal trend Curb your imagination unleash yourself and bend Don’t feel no sorrow Ain’t got no number Legit is legit Make up and fake it The cops in the clubs! The kids, backflips!
Resisting an arrest is the best behaviour for me to express myself Amused by this unstoppable urge where I’m allowed and paid to let loose All of them rascals, the thieves and dope fiends, the Muslims and the blacks All of them owe me a small fee on my monthly paycheck An excuse Abuse Choose Your noose Confess! Jail time Fake your death You might get out Another again? Another one to testify the bloodshed all over the cell It’s up to me right now, I guess And when you think there is no one left to protect there are cops to the right and cops to the left I drool Abuse Starve Cure Confess! Jail time Fake your death You might get out Sell your friends It’s not that bad Hang yourself You might get out
It’s been a while since I got to see some real shit, man All my latest jobs got me nothing but bored And I got tons of secret pleasure to deliver My wiener gets bigger as I get meaner Crack, bone, I’m Stallone Kick, kick, kick, I’m John Wick Crack, bone, I’m Stallone Kick, kick, kick, I’m John Wick I’m gonna tear you apart I’m the star of all my stunts I’m gonna tear you apart I expect an ovation for my work as an actor Hidden in plain sight right under the spotlight And as the credits roll I feel more than a performer A score, composed with just my boner Crack, bone, I’m Stallone Kick, kick, kick, I’m John Wick Crack, bone, I’m Stallone Kick, kick, kick, I’m John Wick Bam, bam, Claude Van Damme Here’s your Bruise, I’m Tom Cruise Bam, bam, Claude Van Damme Here’s your Bruise, I’m Tom Cruise I’m gonna tear you apart I’m the star of all my stunts I’m gonna tear you apart
Is there an extra seat? Is there an extra lifebuoy in case I fell from this death raft? Oh, the dawn is far from the night In the day your eyes boil like eggs cooked, by the hard sun Is there a leak that can only expand? It goes down it goes nowhere but here It just goes wrong And it makes me feel like I’m living inside a blender Can’t get out of the maze in a foreign land of glass web it’s hard to find who to blame It might lead to someone unnamed As the time As the tide As the time shrinks the picture of the child I used to be I get sick I just sink And it makes me feel Like I’m living inside a blender Makes me fall asleep
You’re strange to me like crocodiles dancing Everything around will look unfamiliar You cripple thing you nearly make me want to throw up A hatred desire that keeps me awake at night You’re strange to me and nothing can change it You’re a lurking feel hidden under my bed You’re strange to me Because you did Because you’re ill deep in the marrow And not even a doctor could explain your symptoms of sickness You’re strange to me like flamingos bending They just fall aside when you look at yourself Denial as a boulder lies and murder It controls and absorbs it sniffs then bites You’re strange to me It will suck up your instinct Ache, pain, ache The treatment won’t save me Oh, what’s your name again? Oh, what are your sins? Oh, what’s that grin?