Malice In Leatherland - Suburban Holocaust lyrics

And to think I once groveled 'neath your steep eaves And to think That you walk around like there's holes in your hands Got another pill to pop? You act like you're livin' on Gaza Strip Need a hand? I wont refuse! To help you, help you tie the noose And kick the chair to let you loose Oh my dear my heart reeks truth As you swing'n swing'n swoosh! Take my sleeve And I'll lead you, knock you on your knees Follow Me And I'll reveal the depths of reality Gotta Shepherd your who*e I'll crown your false ideals with a wreathe of thorns! Need a hand? I wont refuse! To help you, help you tie the noose And kick the chair to let you loose Oh my dear my heart reeks truth As you swing'n swing'n swoosh