You're so dumb, so bovine,
that's why you're doing fine.
Hate's your favorite affection.
Your blood is always ragin'.
You need everything explained,
don't know a thing, so hare-brained.
I bet that you don't have a clue,
what even affection means.
You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.
You're mess,emotions never learned to express.
Parents never gave you a dime,
and never had time.
a******!
Why are you afraid of a human touch?
Afraid it will become a crutch?
All that bluster is just playing a part.
I know deep down inside you have a heart.
You're romantic, not just in theory.
Hidden among the death metal, I see,
there's a sappy soft rock LP.
You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.
You're mess,emotions never learned to express.
Parents never gave you a dime,
and never had time.
a******!
'Cause no one could care less,
about your problems, where you at,
and you're afraid of a human contact,
you turned into a fascist.
You're just projecting your self-hate,
as a way of protecting.
So no one can tell you hide,
the feelings you have inside.
You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.
You're mess, emotions never learned to express.
And your girlfriend, too,
never has any time for you.
a******! a******! a******!
that's why you're doing fine.
Hate's your favorite affection.
Your blood is always ragin'.
You need everything explained,
don't know a thing, so hare-brained.
I bet that you don't have a clue,
what even affection means.
You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.
You're mess,emotions never learned to express.
Parents never gave you a dime,
and never had time.
a******!
Why are you afraid of a human touch?
Afraid it will become a crutch?
All that bluster is just playing a part.
I know deep down inside you have a heart.
You're romantic, not just in theory.
Hidden among the death metal, I see,
there's a sappy soft rock LP.
You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.
You're mess,emotions never learned to express.
Parents never gave you a dime,
and never had time.
a******!
'Cause no one could care less,
about your problems, where you at,
and you're afraid of a human contact,
you turned into a fascist.
You're just projecting your self-hate,
as a way of protecting.
So no one can tell you hide,
the feelings you have inside.
You violence, your rage
it screams just a silent cry for love.
Your Doc Martens very much,
crave a gentle, loving touch.
You're mess, emotions never learned to express.
And your girlfriend, too,
never has any time for you.
a******! a******! a******!