Those bastards make me feel 
like clubbing baby seals
and killing dying species. 
Fuckers make me feel 
like sinking crowded ships 
and O boy; I could use a fist fight, 
eye wound. Knife fight. 
I’ll slide in my best suit
and pour some more grease on. O man; I know I look good.
Whatever they've got, I've got so much more. 
La la la la la la. 
Such violence: la la la la la la. 
There is something beautiful pouring out of me, something wonderful happening to you. La la la la la la. 
Such violence: la la la la la la. 
How I love this violence