These Good People

He worries no more than he

Necessarily needs to fill his void

As big as space never ending thrill

He meets his will by choosing hate

Why choosing?

Need us to smile too?

Alright

Struggling to prevail

Foretaste

The aftermath

Which will be black

As black as waste

We'll throw in an extra dance

For just a little over 5 pence

Need us to smile too?

You'll turn our limo into a hearse

Weighing just enough to run it over your curse

Need us to smile too?

You lie, you lie, you lie