Bullets, Bombs & Bigotry

[Verse 1: Raymond Watts] One for hatred, two for hell Three for the lowest high that you sell Got a four for a try, but don't stop the lie Five for the piss and poke in your eye Six for the silver that you wrench Seven for the gold that'll never quench Eight and nine for the thirsty fly And ten for the one who drinks till I die [Pre-Chorus: Raymond Watts & Lucia Cifarelli] I must receive, and I'll believe Come on, trust in me With all my greed, give to those in need Come on, lust with me I will be true but still deceive Come on, lie with me My little pill, my guilty thrill Come on, die with... [Chorus: Raymond Watts, Lucia Cifarelli & Sascha Konietzko] Sin, sex, sodomy Time to end this parody Terror, torture, tyranny The carcass of democracy Power, pills, poverty Victors rewrite history Bullets, bombs, bigotry Brace yourself for World War Three [Verse 2: Raymond Watts] This testament to the truest torture Beg for release from the lie that I bought you You started high, your ending's nigh Get it hard for the Lord of Lard I'm a vacuous and a callous whore Bend right over and beg for more A lie for a lie and a noose for a noose Don't complicate yourself with the truth [Chorus: Raymond Watts, Lucia Cifarelli & Sascha Konietzko] Sin, sex, sodomy Time to end this parody Terror, torture, tyranny The carcass of democracy Power, pills, poverty Victors rewrite history Bullets, bombs, bigotry Brace yourself for World War Three [Instrumental Break] [Verse 3: Raymond Watts] I'm designing, I'm the master Keep on waiting as I die of laughter Get on down, covered in fleas I screw best in twos and threes The teasing, pleasing, little thrill The twisted knife that begs to kill Wistful thinking and whiskey drinking It all makes sense when your fists start thinking [Pre-Chorus: Raymond Watts & Lucia Cifarelli] I must receive, and I'll believe Come on, trust in me With all my greed, give to those in need Come on, lust with me I will be true but still deceive Come on, lie with me My little pill, my guilty thrill Come on, die with... [Chorus: Raymond Watts, Lucia Cifarelli & Sascha Konietzko] Sin, sex, sodomy Time to end this parody Terror, torture, tyranny The carcass of democracy Power, pills, poverty Victors rewrite history Bullets, bombs, bigotry Brace yourself for World War Three [Guitar Solo]