Stealing money from your parents

To get yourself some booze

You've got no dignity, no self-respect

So what have you got to loose

Waking up with a hangover

Every morning is the same

You think they'll never see through you

For you it's all a game


If you can't change your attitude

And live like every human being

Face the consequences

And count your blessings


Menace to society

Nothing but filth

When the fatal day has come

You're proven of your guilt

The chair is what I'm guessing

You'd better count your blessings


Waiting in the bushes for little girls to pass by

Offering candy and other sweets, lure them with a lie

Your raincoat is all dirty, you wear nothing underneath

As long as you are walking free, no girl is save in the street


You're a menace to society

Nothing but filth

When the fatal day has come

You're proven of your guilt

The chair is what I'm guessing

You'd better count your blessings


Driving in a cheap and rusty car, ignoring a traffic light

You didn't see the couple in the dark crossing the road side by side

Crushing them at tremendous speed, no sorrow, onwards you drive

Leaving the couple behind, who are now disabled for life


Menace to society

Nothing but filth

When the fatal day has come

You're proven of your guilt

The chair is what I'm guessing

You'd better count your blessings