Vengeance builds justice
And justice is mine (mine, mine, mine)
Thus speaketh the virgin queen
Vernacular contraception
Just two inches from a clean break in style
You turn and wonder if it's tasteless and vile
Behold the perfect picture: Mr and Mrs Right
A smashing number, China's faultway to the fight
Stroke of a bu*terfly, sting of a bee
King of the mountain, down on your knees
Be that time, make it C.O.D.
If it ain't half bad, put the make on me
Looking around like you don't have a clue
A lot of wound, he's got it in for you
Licking the wounds of a latest crash
Taken aback by a new religion
Late that night, nobody bash
Gotta give in to the new religion (religion, religion)
Vengeance (vengeance)
Walking to the fridge and I shook my head
Last time I looked, it was a waterbed
Diggin' on deeper, into the hole
Let it down easy, sell my soul