No Soul

There’s something in the way you people smell
Like you’ve got no soul at all
Fingers crawling with ringworm
Your sneer’s a mating call
To lure in others of your breed
Spread that smug and slimy seed
Borrow quotes from the culture
You’ve crowded like weeds
Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you toad?
Hop another bar until the rooster crows
This song belongs to you and all your crew
This curse will sting the worst as it shall mark you
All rise!
All rise!
I’d rather spend an evening giving birth
Than see how your eyes are glued
On everyone but the person, you’re talking to
Trapped between babushkas on a plane is a fraction of how lame
It is to watch you pump the poison through your veins
Is your schedule sufficient tonight, you crow?
Squawk another song until your heart explodes!
This song belongs to you and all your crew
This curse will sting the worst as it shall mark you
You’d probably think this means I give up on you
The saddest part is this is why I come
To watch and pray that I’m mistaken
And pray I’m not the only one
Try not to care about this
I’m knowing this is hopeless;
No one notices it
Not losing sleep over this
You people are unredeemable, indescribable, all but evil
«You know very well what you are
Don’t let 'em write you off
You wear your scars
I’ve had a few, but not that many
But you’re the only one
Who gives me good and plenty.»
This song belongs to you
And all your crew. (You're the only one)
This curse will sting the worst
As it shall mark you. (You're the only one)