[Intro] [Feedback screeches] [Sound of someone spitting] [Spoken: Low, menacing growl] (You think this is funny?) (Put 'em back, you piece of shit.) (GO!) [Verse 1] Crawling in the dark like a bottom-feeding rat Snatching up the seats right from where they sat (Shit sack) You didn't ask, you didn't buy, you just took what isn't yours You're the lowest kind of filth, a disease without any cures! (Give 'em back!) [Pre-Chorus] [Aggressive chugging riff] I hope the metal rusts! I hope the fabric rots! I hope you feel the hate! In every place you squat! [Chorus] To the bastard that stole my chairs! I hope they PINCH your fucking thighs! (Scream it!) I hope they fold up on you And take you by surprise! Yeah, to the scumbag that stole my chairs! I hope they PINCH your fucking thighs! [Verse 2] I hope a rusty spring digs deep into your skin I hope the whole thing collapses the second you begin To get comfortable, to relax, to think you got away I'm cursing every second of your miserable day! (Miserable!) (Parasite!) [Bridge] [Tempo slows down to a crawl] [Heavy Bass] No honor among thieves. Just dirt. And rust. And pain. (Suffocate!) [Guitar Solo: Screeching and chaotic] [Chorus] To the bastard that stole my chairs! I hope they PINCH your fucking thighs! (Every single time!) I hope they fold up on you And take you by surprise! Yeah, to the scumbag that stole my chairs! I hope they PINCH your fucking thighs! [Outro] [Double kick drum fade out] (You're a dick head) (Enjoy the pinch, dirtbag.) [End]
