1, 2, 3, 4   Almost every day   I see the same face   On broken picture tube   It fits the attitude   If you could see yourself   You put you on a shelf   Your verbal masturbate   Promise to nauseate   Today, I'll play the part of non-parent   Not make a hundred rules   For you to know about yourself   Not lie and make you believe what's evil   Is making love and making friends   And meeting God your own way   The right way      To see   To bleed   It cannot be taught   In turn   You are making us   Definitely hostile      We stand alone      The truth in right and wrong   The boundaries of the law   You seem to miss the point   Arresting for a Martini?   You seem to wonder why   Hundreds of people die   You're writing tickets man   My mom got jumped, they ran   And now I'll play a public servant   To serve and protect   By the law and the state   I'd bust the punks   That rape, steal and murder   And leave you be   If you crossed me   I'd shake your hand like a man   Not a god   No way      To see   To bleed   It cannot be taught   In turn   You are making all of us   Definitely hostile      We stand alone      Come meet your maker boy   Some things you can't enjoy   Because of heaven/hell   A bloody wives' tale   They put it in your head   Then put you in your bed   He's watching say your prayers   'Cause God is everywhere   And now I'll play a man learning priesthood   Who's about to take   The ultimate test in life   I'd question things because I am human   And call no one my father   Who's no closer than a stranger   I won't listen      To see   To bleed   It cannot be taught   In turn   You are making us   Definitely   So very   Mmmmm   Fucking hostile