Текст песни Dead - Napalm Death

Pretend you can hear me then wish you were dead.
Then you′ll never have to listen to me again.
You're so famous then go back to Vegas marry 4 times a night
That′s your delight, drink all night. Go insane, you might as well put a bullet in my brain.

Maybe should have just droped my head
Be dead or rot in a jail cell living off bread.
Running around my cell sining im dead im dead
You dont even know the pain it will drive you insane like a bitch biting your dick you just wana beat her with a stick so good night and god bless and just remember who's the best underneath your girl friends dress.