poor old God has died when they took his feet take another breath of a faint belief saw him on your trace and he'll take no rest paid to be the first but just got the 2nd best
all we need is life and a ship to leave vultures in the back and a snake at ease call me by the name of a feminist silent is the shot for she never will be missed
catch me on a white line as lonely as my God's sign
the truth is not polite so let's make it worse navigate the sheep in the devil's hearse Saw him near your place soon he'll be your guest tremble for a life that you never have possessed
all we need is love and the will to hate shotgun in the left, in the other one our fate silver-bullets served by the hypocrite monkey on the back for we never will admit