Local H - The Misanthrope lyrics

Hack actors choking on the scenery Mere grist to feed the machinery Fairy tales and useless fables Prayers at the children's table That ends with us Dead This is your welcome to the family All hail the cult of misanthropy The church and then the steeple Bring out the weak and feeble This world, it turns on the thought of you dead Stories like the gory details So keep your finger on the meat scale Sycophants and gorgeous users Pay the way for tomorrows losers That wanted you dead This is your welcome to the family God damn the cult of his vanity The church and then the steeple Bring out the weak and feeble This world, it turns on the thought of you dead I chloroform the evil There's nothing worse than people This world, it turns on the thought of you dead This is your welcome to the family Come join the cult of sterility The church and then the steeple There is nothing worse than people There's nothing worse than people There's nothing worse than people This world, it turns on the thought of you dead The thought of you dead The thought of you dead The thought of you dead Dead