You can't have anything - everything's mine You can't have my time, my world, my crime I don't share - I don't care - I'm not that kind Two for me - nothing for you -it's mine Drop dead, go f** yourself, eat sh** and die Choking on yestercorn, ripping your throat like thorns Pulling the pin out as your clock unwinds You can't breathe my air - that's fair - it's mine Heaven is piling up with headless dogs 'Cause God keeps on forgiving fighters, biters Only with rabies can we cure the world of talking cancer Answer: die