作词 : Hodgson, Konietzko, Selway ... One for hatred two for hell Three for the lowest high that you sell Gotta four for a try but don't stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye Six for the silver that you wrench Seven for the gold that'll never quench Eight and nine for the thirsty fly And ten for the one who drinks 'til I dieI must receive and I’ll believe Come on trust in me With all my greed give to those in need Come on lust with me I will be true but shall deceive Come on lie with me My little pill my guilty thrill Come on die with me Sin, ***, sodomy Time to end this parody Terror torture tyranny The carcass of democracy Power pills, poverty Victors rewrite history Bullets bombs and bigotry Brace yourself for world war three This testament to the truest torture Beg for release from the lie that I bought you You started high your endings nigh Get it hard for the lord of lard I'm a vacuous and a callous whore Bend right over and beg for more A lie for a lie and a noose for a noose Don't complicate yourself with the truth I'm designing I’m the master Keep on waiting as I die of laughter Get on down covered in fleas I screw best in twos and threes The teasing pleasing little thrill The twisted knife that begs to kill Wistful thinking and whiskey drinking It all makes sense when your fists are thinking
作词 : Hodgson, Konietzko, Selway ... One for hatred two for hell Three for the lowest high that you sell Gotta four for a try but don't stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye Six for the silver that you wrench Seven for the gold that'll never quench Eight and nine for the thirsty fly And ten for the one who drinks 'til I dieI must receive and I’ll believe Come on trust in me With all my greed give to those in need Come on lust with me I will be true but shall deceive Come on lie with me My little pill my guilty thrill Come on die with me Sin, ***, sodomy Time to end this parody Terror torture tyranny The carcass of democracy Power pills, poverty Victors rewrite history Bullets bombs and bigotry Brace yourself for world war three This testament to the truest torture Beg for release from the lie that I bought you You started high your endings nigh Get it hard for the lord of lard I'm a vacuous and a callous whore Bend right over and beg for more A lie for a lie and a noose for a noose Don't complicate yourself with the truth I'm designing I’m the master Keep on waiting as I die of laughter Get on down covered in fleas I screw best in twos and threes The teasing pleasing little thrill The twisted knife that begs to kill Wistful thinking and whiskey drinking It all makes sense when your fists are thinking
