When It Hits Home Lyrics

It's really no mystery
Where these people come from is so f****** plain to see
They fist-f*** the planet and smile
And lick their fingers clean
You're better than all the rest
You're god's special creature
Intelligence at it's best
You fist-suck the planet in style
And lick your fingers clean
But now you wake up in a pile of s***
Gone is the dream
And you scream but there's no-one there
You got to pay your own fare
Your d*** is sore and you're all alone
Hurts like hell when it hits home

Now, listen
Prepare to suck c*** in hell
It's really not all that bad once you get past the smell
You fist-f***** the planet and smiled
And licked your fingers clean
As gods come and go
You did not make the winning team


You're god's special little creature
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