Oh, hate so bad from the jumping pounding pad   When the crystal in the mountain made the early morning sad   I know not the remnants of the cold lieutenant’s dad   Well they know about the babies and the bottles and they go   To the country, it’s a blessing it’s a fortunate soul   I felt the Mayfair* and I felt it’s ghost   Was just a poison and a poison is supposed   To poison all the censors that deliver your ghost   I know about the babies and the bottles and they go   In a battle to the place that only one person know      Hate so bad, but   Think of what we had and   Watch the burning barrels   But the burning and it seems so sad   A ship, the ship transfer, your drunken dad   Oh I know what they rise and I know what they rail   And I watch as the teenagers they smoke on the trail   I bet you’re sick of hearing songs up on the trail   And I sing a song about ice in their sails      Oh, hate so bad from the jumping pounding pad   When the crystal in the mountain made the early morning sad   I know not the remnants of the cold lieutenant’s dad   Well they know about the babies and the bottles and they go   To the country, it’s a blessing it’s a fortunate soul   I felt the Mayfair* and I felt it’s ghost   Was just a poison and a poison is supposed   To poison all the censors that deliver your ghost   I know about the ladies and I know about the show   And I ran to the place that only one person know      Hate so bad, but   Think of what we had and   Watch the burning barrels   But the burning and it seems so sad   A ship, the ship transfer, your drunken dad   Oh I know what they rise and I know what they rail   And I watch as the teenagers they smoke up on the trail   I bet you’re sick of hearing songs up on the trail   And I sing a song about ice in their sails      I… I wait on the sad and the old   Oh caravan breakers they pray for the weak and the old   I… I wait on the weak and the old   Oh caravan breakers they pray for the weak and the old   I… I prey on the weak, weak and the old   Oh caravan breakers they fuckin’ pray for the weak, weak and the old   I… I pray for the weak, weak and the old   Oh caravan breakers they fuckin’ pray for the weak, weak and the old      Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold   Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold   Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold   Woohoo! I want a belly made of gold   Woohoo! You ain’t gonna help out nobody   Woohoo! You ain’t gonna help out nobody   Woohoo! You ain’t gonna help out nobody   Woohoo….      Oh oh oh…   La la la…