You won't like it
You won't feel it
Take it outside before the pain begins
We can't win this
We're all losers
Crawling up the ladder 'til we're all insane
I don't know the reason for all this madness
You know where to put it you low-down bastard
I don't know the reason for all this madness
You know where to put it you low-down bastard
You irritate me
You make me nervous
Following the norm is like a game to you
The world is cheering
At your proposals
Intelligence will kill you and we'll all be saved
Take all your problems into your own hands
Make them dissappear one by one
Never fear the fire burning inside you
It will give you heat when you need it the most
You won't like it
We can't this