歌詞:
G B H Leather Bristles No Survivors Sick Boys

You're like a kind of religion, I see you each night on television. I can't remember all your names, I love you running through my veins. Alcohol, oh

Tracks in his arm made him a man, No-one could understand. Each night he'd go out shooting skag, Met a pusher who sold him a bag. That's why he was ..

You're a freak I guess you know .. .. you're belong in a side-show. The shape of your head, length of your neck, on the whole you're a fucking wreck.

Lycanthropy is in his blood, and spreads to those he slays. Uncontrolled metamorphosis, undetectable by day. But when the moon is waxing, and all the

Put us on a life support machine from the day we're born, didn't realise it was just our dawn. By the media we've been accepted, but in reality still

Exempt from the laws which you created, your thought out lies becoming dated. Ruin our lives then plead for support, the noose around your neck is getting

Big women, I like the size, big women flabby thighs. Big women, big women, big women .. they fill my eyes. Oooh a a ah ! Here they come, walking down

Out on a limb, got no enjoyment, stoney broke, got no employment. It's something no-one else can see, I've gotta end my misery. Self destruct, self