Let's dash into the foggy sky
And flash like glowing fire flies
So crash that like a piece of blueberry pie
And rash, your ultimate outcry
I detach the crappy boorish style
Hey catch this if you can be, try
Rematch I sharpened and polished my knife
I prepared the perfect present
To you, and you, and you, and you
To the pig-like boss who fire me
To her who did not accept me
On your stupid face, to the world
Take this my last smash
I prepared the perfect present
To you, and you, and you, and you
To the rude and cheeky people
To the lazy politicians
On your stupid face, to the world
Take this my last smash
To the pig-like boss who fire me
To her who did not accept me
On your stupid face, to the world
Take this my last smash