Gasoline Enema, Bend and Light

Get off on it
Pleasure in others misery
Head up your asshole heart full of hate
Smiling moronic you ignorant fuck
Careless & morally bankrupt

The masters have mastered the game
You're not even invited to play
The masters have mastered the game &
No one even knows your name

Standing before the brain dead horde
Of empty eyed inbreds
An orange cow appears
The blind seem to love what they hear

(So high above the crowd)
The buffoon grows loud
Chewing on vomit
Spitting bile & sound

Let nature takes its course
A false prophet, a truth divorce
Coming down fast from miles above
A drop of water to break your fall
Scolding volcanic lack of remorse
Let nature take its course

The eyes they tell a thousand tales &
No one even cares
So hip to be a pig shit
In apathy oblivious
& Celebrated for nothing

Standing before the brain dead horde
Of empty eyed inbreds
An orange cow appears
The blind seem to love what they hear

(So high above the crowd)

The buffoon grows loud
Chewing on vomit
Spitting bile & sound

(Let nature take its course)

We fear what we do not know

Light yourself on fire