Who'll be the thief the piece of meat
So the p*** in the game the fodder to blame
Do you still have some pride as in excrement lie
Are you just rank and file remember to smile
Shall I knock you about like cricket bats out
If you play the game then you they won't blame
Your self-loathing creeps and into me seeps
If I knock you about should I fill you with doubt
Shall I mourn your decline with a glass of red wine
Should I feel some remorse as you follow your course
Should I keep my mouth shut as your throat you cut
As you slide down and in excrement drown
So the p*** in the game the fodder to blame
Do you still have some pride as in excrement lie
Are you just rank and file remember to smile
Shall I knock you about like cricket bats out
If you play the game then you they won't blame
Your self-loathing creeps and into me seeps
If I knock you about should I fill you with doubt
Shall I mourn your decline with a glass of red wine
Should I feel some remorse as you follow your course
Should I keep my mouth shut as your throat you cut
As you slide down and in excrement drown