Daddy, I smell, your trouble returns
Pissed (sick), while your mind is clear
Mammy, I feel, you count the dawns
But the answer's near

We stay out the way the reality goes
Standing as proud as mean
We don't pose while we're breaking the doors
Who won't let us in?

We're going wild tonight!

Grandma, your puny life made you sick
Gone, as you had to die
Brother, your brain is getting too thick
Of your boring lie.