There´s something in the way you people smell;
like you´ve got no soul at all.
Fingers crawling with ringworm,
your sneer´s a mating call
to lure in others of your breed,
spread that smug and slimy seed
borrow quotes from the culture you´ve crowded like weeds.

Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you toad?
Hop another bar until the rooster crows.

This song belongs to you and all your crew.
This curse will sting the worse as it shall mark you.

All rise.
Rise.
All rise.

I´d rather spend an evening giving birth
then see how your eyes are glued
on everyone but the person you´re talking to.
and trapped between babushkas on a plane
is a fraction of how lame
it is to watch you pump the poison
through your veins.

Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you crow?
Squawk another song until your heart explodes!

This song belongs to you and all your crew.
This curse will sting the worse as it shall mark you.

You´d probably think this means i´d give up on you.
The saddest part is this is why i come.
To watch
and pray that i´m mistaken
and pray i´m not the only one.

Try not to care about this,
i know that this is hopeless
no one notices it.
Not losing sleep over this
you people are unredeemable,
indescribable, all but evil.

[Anna Waronker]:
You know very well what you are.
Don´t let ‘em write you off
you wear your scars.
I´ve had a few
but not that many
but you´re the only one
who gives me good and plenty.

This song belongs to you and all your crew.
(but you´re the only one)
This curse shall stain the worst as it shall mark you.
(but you´re the only one)