Lyrics
The story ends somewhat like this
But when it starts it's watching mist [choking]
Telling my own lies anyway (ohohoho)
and tired of courtesy you stand [choking]
Sledge-weapon by your side [?]
The king of [?]
[?] let out [?]
from your foul putrid house
Ahahaha
Aha
Ah
Looking back to yesteryear
When all those garbage cans had lids
The idea was simple, kick the Fanta out
But in the process we all felt the same
"We had to open them ourselves"
Aah
I might miss
Trust you're already intrigued
No doubt in search of what you need
There's an answer somewhere here
Maybe the end of the sun will tell
Aagh, ahahaha
With weapon by your side[?]
[?]
[?]
from your foul putrid [?]
Looking back to yesteryear (rra)
When every new shoe iPod smelt the same (rra)
It made me wonder how they differed (ugh)
To serve the same purpose deafened [?] [snorts]
Why doesn't anyone type and run? (ah!)
Ooh aah
Oooh pfpfpf
Raaah!
But once you find out where the road guides
Of what you're soon to call your friends
You got both the ying and yang, so which to use
Do I use the light, or the dark
Death!