Stealing money from your parents To get yourself some booze You've got no dignity, no self-respect So what have you got to loose Waking up with a hangover Every morning is the same You think they'll never see through you For you it's all a game If you can't change your attitude And live like every human being Face the consequences And count your blessings Menace to society Nothing but filth When the fatal day has come You're proven of your guilt The chair is what I'm guessing You'd better count your blessings Waiting in the bushes for little girls to pa** by Offering candy and other sweets, lure them with a lie Your raincoat is all dirty, you wear nothing underneath As long as you are walking free, no girl is save in the street You're a menace to society Nothing but filth When the fatal day has come You're proven of your guilt The chair is what I'm guessing You'd better count your blessings Driving in a cheap and rusty car, ignoring a traffic light You didn't see the couple in the dark crossing the road side by side Crushing them at tremendous speed, no sorrow, onwards you drive Leaving the couple behind, who are now disabled for life Menace to society Nothing but filth When the fatal day has come You're proven of your guilt The chair is what I'm guessing You'd better count your blessings