You’re in the depths of hell
And I think that’s swell
And I hope you get well

Well done, fried in and out
Burned to a crisp, if that’s what I wish
I didn’t write the rules
I just follow them to a tee
Cause that’s me, I’m evil
I’m hateful, I’m sinful, forgetful, mistrustful
I’m diseased and contageous
I’m suicide, homicide, genocide, pesticide

I’m a human bomb
I’ll kill anyone
And so are you, So don’t be coy
Cause you too can destroy me like a toy
Not like Mark Bowen
He never done nothin’ to no one
… That didn’t deserve it.

4. Jim

[Written by FAITH. NO MORE.]

5. Why Do You Bother

Why hold on?
Your hands are getting sore
You must be scared of something
From the time before, well…
We’re here again
How long, who knows?
It’s not your right to tell me
Where this trip will go
Pull away
You’re dying today
You could enjoy it
If you could take your feelings with you
But put your mind on me
And suck my energy
And see the speed gets higher
I see you hold on tighter….

But just fatigue
Is all your face will show
It’s weary from the stress
Getting delirious
“I didn’t want this race
We can”t keep up this pace”
We don’t want to get well
We want to go to hell
We want an urban dream
The fucking urban scream
“This time was mine to borrow
I’ll pay for it tomorrow”
You’ll pay for it today
And as we drive away
I’ll make my pleasure greater
Push the accelerator

(and down we go)

6. Greed

Over the hills they came from the valley
Making innuendos about my lack of talent, oh well…
They say that when I’m supposed to be singing

August 16, 2003