Some people think they're jammy But I know they must be crazy Can't see their misfortune Even if they're lazy Walk throughout the fire Drive throughout the smoke See my enemy at the end of the rope
Walk on piles of needles See what they can do Walk on gilded splinters With the king of the zulus
Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon Walk on gilded splinters Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon Walk on gilded splinters
Here I go, now Til I murder, til I'm dead
I rode out my coffee By drinking poison from my chalice Propped against my faith I drink oil for my malice
Meet me on your doorstep Soon we'll be in the gutter Melt you just like butter I'll make you stutter
Walk throughout the fire Drive throughout the smoke See my enemy at the end of the rope
Walk on piles of needles See what they can do Walk on gilded splinters With the king of the zulus
Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon Walk on gilded splinters Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon Walk on gilded splinters