The Kicking Machine

Any more lazy
He won’t eat or speak
Running, raving, headless leading
Little horned animal
They will burn in poison
Forget everything
Ruotten, raving, headless leading
Animal is homeless
Round head, so big
He’s here to pull their eyes out now, for the picking
My god, it’s all remaining
My man, so big
Keeps me here to pulverize, I’m down, for the many
My god, it’s all remaining