Gang’s All Here

Expect the worst

Every time you enter their world

Everyone's but yours

Expect to die the death

You've died a thousand times or two

What's one more?

Hey you're still on our plane

That makes you arrogant

Hey our devices spoiled your flesh

How dare you relax

So in the meantime

Here's an insult

Hope it cuts you up until

All of you's cold

In the meantime

Here's a present

Wrapped up in that tiny pocket

Old with dust

We wanna kick you, kiss you

But mostly kill you

Here's a bone, run and fetch it

Here's a ball, jump and catch it

We know our eyes don't fool us

But we refuse to jog your memory

Here's where it hurts

Singing along to your new hero

Yeah, he sold out to send you

A backwards message

Stay, for what

All you love is a crutch

To ease your endless

Hamlet dilemma