A Bastard Like Me

You wanna change me? You wanna fix me? You can suck my fuckin’ dick! Kick down the door, crack in the skull, Bitch tried to run, now her teeth in the hall! Laugh in their faces, spit in their eyes, Take what I want while they beg and they cry! Filthy little coppers wanna slap on the chains, Stick me in a cell, turn off my brain! Lick my boots, you fuckin’ pigs, Ain’t no law, they could suck on this! FUCK YOUR CURE! Stick that shit where the sun don’t shine! Tied me up, stripped my soul, But I still got my fire and coal! Bastards in white coats strappin’ me down, Stickin’ needles in my arms ‘til I can’t make a sound! Eyes pried open, make me watch the show, Tryna scrub me clean but I love the filth, though! Doctor says, “Oh, he’s all nice now!” I say, “Eat my ass, ya fuckin’ clown!” Ain’t no fix, ain’t no fuckin’ help, Rather die a demon than live like a whelp! FUCK YOUR CURE! Shove that shit right up your hole! Make me weak, make me tame, But I’ll still fuckin’ piss on your grave! PISS ON THE COPS, PISS ON THE PRIESTS, PISS ON THE RICH, PISS ON THE BEAST! PISS ON THE CURE, PISS ON THE LIES, PISS ON THE WORLD ‘TIL THE WHOLE THING DIES! Now I’m a puppet, now I behave, Crawlin’ like a mutt, suckin’ up to the state! They took my balls, they took my bite, But I’ll knife their throats with a grin so white! They want me soft, they want me nice, They want me bowin’, suckin’ up to their Christ! They took my hate, they took my fight, But a bastard like me don’t die polite! FUCK YOUR CURE! STICK THAT SHIT WHERE THE SUN DON’T SHINE! SHOCK ME, DRUG ME, MAKE ME BLEED, BUT YOU CAN’T FUCKIN’ CHANGE ME! Shackles on my wrists, spit in my face, Fangs in my mouth still hunger for taste! Broke my hands but I still make fists, Shoved my rage in a cage but it still exists! (Instrumental Break – distorted guitars, fast drumming, chaotic energy) Now I’m smilin’, now I’m free, Dancin’ in the flames of your therapy! Tore the stitches, ripped the chains, Now your world gon’ burn and feel my pain! FUCK YOUR CURE! FUCK YOUR CONTROL! BURIED ME DEEP BUT I’LL STILL TAKE SOULS! (Punk guitar solo with heavy distortion and feedback) No repentance, no regrets, No forgiveness, just what’s next. You built this hell, so let it swell, I’ll watch it burn and laugh so well!