I'm everything that's wrong
I'm Gary Glitter's son
I'm the dick that's in your daughter
I'm every line in every song
I'm the bastard I'm the chief
I'm the food stuck in your teeth
You're the lamb out to my slaughter
I'm the bringer of your grief
If you're going there I don't want you hanging around
In this place that can't be found
We'll be digging you up and putting you in the ground
In this place...
That can't be found
His hands are made of stone
He'll eat you to your bone
Leave you like a carcass
Oh so far away from home
A train has a lost it's track
A junky lost his crack
From the border to the ocean
You'll be lying on your back
If you're going there I don't want you hanging around
In this place that can't be found
We'll be digging you up and putting you in the ground
In this place...
That can't be found