i'm the man who wonders
my napalm-burnt bones
why do you dig me under?
now god kills his own

in the valley of hunters
eyes are searching for home
lords beloved wanker
thrown world alone

chorus:
smack junk coca
my love hate hope
sludge dirt blow
my name on rope

passion beside labour
daily emotions gone
pleasure ain't just trouble
when desire takes control

no shelter safety harbors
no feelings under regret
one corporative adore
has cost this young mans death

the hero in house
here i lie on my bed of a chid
unclean and wet i don't mind
should i smack the hive once more?

once more
once more