Right or wrong

It's not a question to be right

It's how you do and cope your life


Fall for no fees

Kiss no arses to be loved

Unless your fucking fist is up


I could look up to Satan

Be the foe of Jesus Christ

But why

They are both my fans

So why

Hail nobody, let thy body be thy god

But please keep both feet on the ground


Skip into the life that you live

Fuck the hippies who called life a gift

My soul and pride stands high hell

Rather grow the horns from a goat

That being part of something you are not

I stand by my word, so burn


Don't, I say, don't wait for silence to be heard

Life is too short without a word

Fall for no feeds

Kiss no arses to be loved

Unless your fucking fist is up


Skip into the life that you live

Fuck the hippies who called life a gift

My soul and pride stands high hell

Rather grow the horns from a goat

That being part of something you are not

I stood by my word


Skip into the life that you live

Fuck the hippies who called life a gift

My soul and pride stands high hell

Rather grow, rather grow the horns from a goat

I stand by my word


Skip into the life that you live

Fuck the hippies who called life a gift

My soul and pride stands high hell

Rather grow, rather grow the horns from a goat

I stood by my word