Fansong

You people out there give us something
More than just record sales
You give us something to hate
And we hate you
You brainless mutants.

Hate. [16x]

You hunched and blinded mutants
Living in chat rooms
You masturbate on the sheets
Your mothers clean for you.

You have lined my pockets
Overflowed with gold
You're living with your parents
And you're 35 years old.

[Chorus:]
You're a bunch of banks
That I'd like to rob
You're my on-line cash transaction
You're my future stocks
Transfer you like money
To a Swiss account
Spend you on an impulse
Buy and zero you all out.

Hate. [16x]

You sad putrid losers
Complaining on the couch
Think you're fucking better than us?
You can't leave your house.

Deluded little maggots
Fold your arms and frown
Go to work and make me money
Before I put you down.

[Chorus]

Hate. [16x]

I would like to get some sleep
But you keep buying all our things
My overhead is way too deep
For us to not make all these things.

It's way too cynical, you see?
Hating what's supporting me
I am not you, I thank the gods
And if I were, I'd die like dogs.

Die. [31x]

[Chorus]

You're a credit card
That I will defile
Every time I max you out
I get a thousand miles.

You're a brand new car
That I do not need
Wrap you round a telephone pole
Shrug it off and leave..

(Just follow me
Down the elevator
Through the gates
Down the stairs
Just keep on walking
Through the hallway
Now open the door)