Father, father, bastard son,
Yellow fever, lawless gun,
Sprays away and misses all,
‘cept for one, whose life doth fall,
And slips twelve steps, ha-ha, ha-ha,
Charade, charade on you, old man.
God’s got his eye on you, old man.

Twist the neck, the mind falls off,
Scoff and scoff, it still complains,
Money, money, green and kind,
Did your best to keep it sane…
Wires in and oh so deep,
Die, old man, and let it sleep…

Angry-eyed with wicked grin,
Vocal chords which stretch so thin,
Wails of mind, the tortured kind,
Mock commands to you rewind:
Balding black sheep, twisted twin,
Give a scream when you get in.

Niggers, kikes, fucking dykes,
Fags and heebs’ll kill us all,
Just fuck and fuck and seal their fates,
God’ll get them, just you wait.

Two whole years and now you’re cured,
Absurd, absurd, enlightened fool,
Crinkled nose that breathes the rules,
What a joke that high must be,
Loneliness, propriety,
Feed the rage, deviate,
Drink away and seal your fate,
May not run, but it still burns,
You’re dead, old man, you’re dead.