I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.
I'm a tiger when I want love, but I'm a snake if we disagree.
I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.
She's a nice girl, but her bad girl's better.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.