I laugh hard when you ask me how things are going
You give me a weak hand and have some tittle-tattle ready

You lick your way up but belong in the sewer
Like an eel in a bucket of mucus, just drop dead!
As a filthy whore sitting on everyone's lap
Slobbering hypocrite, just drop dead!

Punks, yuppies he doesn't care
The prodent-smile deceiving everyone(*1)