You discovered ostrich eggs in your back yard Where you buried your neighbour's body and his dog Vomitory string quartet in your front yard Where you buried your wife and children And all hope So let go, and be a good boy And do your best to forget You have the god-given right to lose everything I want to see you keep trying just to fail again There's not enough bullets in this world for me To shoot you as many times as I want to You'll be a good boy Suffering's just a page in a book That you burnt everytime you were naked as a child Who would pay to be interred and for the last breath Funeral, who cares? I'll be dead I won't care Just like you, you won't care and who would? Portioned body You won't care cause you'll be dead just like me And this will be the last time So don't fool yourself No-one comes back