Pest

There's a hand reaching past the glands Ripping out all of the contents And there's a sense of sadness But only in what we've always been taught to listen with And I'm a waste and so are you in the face Of all the stuff from the guy in the clouds Who shouts down at us And words remain in the suits of today And I have no shame when I say Step the fuck away And I'll be glad that when it's the end You'll be caught and torn when there's no law to fall in Pest from the west Drums on his chest And sucks from the tee-tee You're one of those pests The pest from the west Drums on his chest And sucks from the tee-tee You're one of those pests There's a hand reaching past the glands Ripping out all of the contents And there's a sense of sadness But only in what we've always been taught to listen with And I'm a waste and so are you in the face Of all the stuff from the guy in the clouds Who shouts down at us And words remain in the suits of today And I have no shame when I say Step the fuck away And I'll be glad that when it's the end You'll be caught and torn when there's no law to fall in You're one of those pests You're one of those pests You're one of those pests You're one of those pests from the west You're one of those (You're one of those pests) And you're one of those (You're one of those pests) And you're one of those pests (You're one of those pests) You're one of those pests from the west You're one of those pests (You're one of those pests) And you're one of those pests (You're one of those pests) You're one of those pests