LYRICS
作词 : Tom Beale/Chris Millward/Aaron Beale
作曲 : Tom Beale/Chris Millward/Aaron Beale
Because it’s friends like us,
who hate friends like you,
I guess we saw through the ruse,
It’s time to pay your dues.
Why don’t you be the rat and I’ll be the maze?
Or maybe I’ll just come be the spade that comes to dig your grave
You’re not rolling with the punches, simply cutting other’s lunches,
A simple scourge, a pocket plague,
Nothing we can’t exterminate.
Salt the earth outside your hearth,
Leave this dying in the dirt,
We’ll just have to let this ****ing burn,
Plague, scourge.
You make my stomach churn, you bastards never ****ing learn.
Stateside is burning, I killed all my masters
Oh Lord forgive me, for all my trespasses now,
Drag me down.
Salt the earth outside your hearth,
Leave this lying in the ****ing dirt
Rot, burn
Another ****ing blight, another ****ing scourge.
What if the kids got to play with the nukes?
And we just gave them the codes and told the world it was a fluke?
All the scars of the Czars, trigger fingers on the Tsars,
Took the keys to the castle to find out who you really are
You make my stomach churn, you bastards never ****ing learn
Stateside is burning, I killed all my masters
Oh Lord forgive me, for all my trespasses now,
Drag me down.
Because it’s friends like us,
who hate friends like you,
Better be careful who you choose
Cause we could ruin you too.
Because it’s just friends like us
Who hate friends like you,
I guess we saw through the ruse,
It’s time to pay your dues.
Because it’s friends like us
Who hate friends like you
We’ll drag you through the dirt,
I guess we saw through the ruse,
It’s time to pay your dues.
Salt the earth outside your hearth,
Leave this lying in the ****ing dirt
Rot, burn
Another blight, another scourge.