Promise made, promise kept
You can shut your mouth now
I told you nothing but the truth
Make your next move, you will lose!

The good times are a black,
Proliferating plague-spot in your memory
Prick it out and make the black death history

Do we need to be part of a scene?
This ship is sinking and we're the only divers here
There are 10000 dealers per addict
And we've got one syringe
And only two arms

One of the best nine out of ten,
You've got it made
Fruit in season, say it loud:
It's a hard way to the top!

But it's even a harder way to the bottom
You stole the cherry from the top and now you're still choking

Teens! friends! gold!
We love you just as much as you love us!

The only thing that's more important than importance
Is the audience
We're ranging backward and forward,
Begging for guidance

And it's save to say that the safest way
To stop a raging bull is to cut of it's legs before
It starts running

'My throat hurts'
And the audience is stomping
They're asking for blood
And this is what we'll give them