A human leech, foul you crawl into my field of vision
An empty speech breaking the skin of concentration
Jesus Christ, you make me sick
Bloated and corpulent from disregard, what you discard
Your presence is leaving a scar
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
How the f*** did you think this would end?
A filthy p****, foul parasitic imposition
A dirty trick, a seasonal war of attrition
So thoughtless, you're such a pig
Loaded and indolent, and you a**ume what you consume
Is other's business to reap and remove
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
A violent need to speak the truth, tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear -- you're not welcome here again
How the f*** did you think this would end?
This is where it ends
The swollen fingers of the modern age
The human condition in a gross display
Anemic and weak with intemperance
Are covered in the grease of indulgence
Clutching at the latest distraction
Bleeding a most savage reaction
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done (Get. The. f***. Out.)
A violent need to speak the truth, tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear -- you're not wanted here, my friend
How the f*** did you think this would end?
An empty speech breaking the skin of concentration
Jesus Christ, you make me sick
Bloated and corpulent from disregard, what you discard
Your presence is leaving a scar
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
How the f*** did you think this would end?
A filthy p****, foul parasitic imposition
A dirty trick, a seasonal war of attrition
So thoughtless, you're such a pig
Loaded and indolent, and you a**ume what you consume
Is other's business to reap and remove
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done
A violent need to speak the truth, tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear -- you're not welcome here again
How the f*** did you think this would end?
This is where it ends
The swollen fingers of the modern age
The human condition in a gross display
Anemic and weak with intemperance
Are covered in the grease of indulgence
Clutching at the latest distraction
Bleeding a most savage reaction
Are you ready for the night?
Put you out like the setting sun
Four more words and then I'm done (Get. The. f***. Out.)
A violent need to speak the truth, tired of bone and long of tooth
Let's be clear -- you're not wanted here, my friend
How the f*** did you think this would end?