No Soul

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 callTo lure in others of your breed
Spread that smug and slimy seed
Borrow quotes from the culture
Crowded like weedsIs your schedule sufficient tonight, you toad?
Hop another bar until the rooster crowsThis song belongs to you
And all your crew
This curse will sting the worst
As it shall mar youAll rise, rise
All riseI'd rather spend an evening giving birth
Then see how you rise a groove
On everyone but the person you're talking toTrapped between babushkas on a plane
Is a fraction of how lame
It is to watch you pump
The poison through your veinsIs your schedule sufficient tonight, you crow?
Squawk another song until your heart explodesThis song belongs to you
And all your crew
This curse will sting the worst
As it shall mar youYou probably think this means I 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 oneTry not to care about this
I'm knowing that this is hopeless, no one notices it's
Not losing sleep over this
You people are unredeemable, indescribable, all but evilYou know very well, what you are
Don't let it light 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 plentyThis song belongs to you
And all your crew
This curse will sting the worst
As it shall mar you