Loving tirades
You got me in spades
You think I got blades
When you're the one on the killing parade.

I scratch your eyes
Spitting your blood
I'm like an Alice
With my knife covered in mud.

You're just an arsehole
You have a big mole
Right there in your soul
Black and cold.

Go make me run
I'm like a nun
It's a bum
You had to be a fake sun.

You fake little liar
Bring me fake fire
Your Scrooge desire
Everything has gone dire.

Fuck you
And you too
I hope you fuck
Your fish too.