Lyrics: Minus

The last survivor of a boiled crown Another casualty with the casual frown The janitor vandals they bark in your face Juveniles with the piles and paste It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage classes With the crutches of force Don't be confused when your fuse is up And you're taking a leak into your brother's cup When the cup is filled you can run and be killed In the billion miles of the muscles that build Radiation Feeling the force Karaoke Vomiting whores The scalps of zero hailing the call Rubbing in the blindness of them all With the canker sores and the robot pills Throwing imbeciles on the window sills It's a sensation A bankrupt corpse In the garbage classes With the crutches of force Force Force Force