Your safety life in your home, sweet home,
Your silk neckties and your titanium watch

My dirty clothes and my stained hands,
My trembling pulse and my second hand van,
My heart at the edge of an attack,
Your tamed collie and your gossiping wife,
Your repellent hair and your low greased diet

My hired flat without heating and lift,
My fucking depressing life like in a Ken Loach's film.

Did I say why I hate you?
Did I say what's my will?
Did I say I despise you?
I'm sure that I did…

That's no envy but hate,
I wish you fell on your face to the ground
That I pissed when I got drunk last night.

That's no envy, friend of mine…
I will share all I have with you, pal…
But I have nothing but pox, stink and bile
Taste a bit, taste a bit…

Your pain is all that I need to feel alright, sucker
So my hate is all that you need to feel that you're rubbish,
And your pain is all that I need to feel alright sucker
So my hate is all that you need to feel YOU'RE DEAD!
YOU COCKSUCKER!!.