Daddy, I smell, your trouble returns Pissed (sick), while your mind is clear Mammy, I feel, you count the dawns But the answer's near We stay out the way the reality goes Standing as proud as mean We don't pose while we're breaking the doors Who won't let us in? We're going wild tonight! Grandma, your puny life made you sick Gone, as you had to die Brother, your brain is getting too thick Of your boring lie.