At a loss for something different to say
I've said everything, we've
said it all before.
An Extra nail for your coffin.
I'm going to ride that horse
we've beaten to death
And deliver its stinking carcass
to your doorstep.
A gift from all the dead
children
That are the progeny of your
ballistic union.
Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul
No news is good news, but
I've got some news for you
Fetch me a rope, Lynch mob of
one.
An extra nail for your coffin.
Certain blood has been shed
For uncertain reasons.
You will never quiet this storm
A cold win to chill your bones
I bring the hammer down.
Borrowing from Peter to rape Paul
No news is good news, but
I've got some news for you
Fetch me a rope, lynch mob of one.
