Absolute vice, call me friend
You hear my voice, everything is in a circle again.
Do you remember their corpses, their cold lips
Stop accepting them, find the courage.
The gun under the bed, you know what to do
You know what to do, wash off those pills
They will bind your mind, lock me in a cage!
Let me get those skeletons out of the closet
Alas, it's too late to get off with a fine
The cops are outside the door, Stafford barks out the window.
And you already know that there will be no tomorrow.
Point the forty-fourth at the door
In the eyes of that number of the beast, be ready to die
Trust me, a couple of shots, don't listen to their threats
There's only a moment left to blow the brain out.