No Soul

There's something in the way you people smell

Like you've got no soul at all

Fingers crawling with ringworm

Your sneer's a mating call

To lure in others of your breed

Spread that smug and slimy seed

Borrow quotes from the cultures you've crowded like weeds



Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you toad?

Hop another bar until the rooster crows



This song belongs to you and all your crew

This curse will sting the worst as it shall mark you



All rise

All rise

I'd rather spend an evening giving birth

Then see how your eyes are glued

On everyone but the person you're talking to

And trapped between babushkas on a plane is a fraction of how lame

It is to watch you pump the poison through your veins



Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you crow?

"Skwak" another song until your heart explodes



This song belongs to you and all your crew

This curse will sting the worst as it shall mark you



You'd probably think this means I give up on you

The saddest part is this is why I come

To watch and pray that I'm mistaken

And pray I'm not the only one

Try not to care about this, I know that this is hopeless

No one notices it

Not losing sleep over this

You people are unredeemable, indescribable, all but evil



You know very well what you are

Don't let 'em write you off

You wear your scars

I've had a few but not that many

But you're the only one who gives me good and plenty



This song belongs to you and all your crew

This curse will sting the worst as it shall mark you