Panic, tachycardia Persecution mania Breaking into a fucking sweat Shaking, nearly going mad Rush of adrenalin Take me to the loony bin Border within eyeshot But we like the thrill
So that's ok We feel great cuz we do it voluntarily No guts no glory no risk no reward
Crampy guts, emetic smell Itchy rectum fucking hell Jumpy like a little fawn I can see the break of dawn Pupils are a giveaway We don't give a fuck today Though we all are yello But we like to say
We like the tension and we like the game To slip through their fingers again and again Poor little tomcats, there are to many mice You suck cuz not only your coat is full of lies
