Some people think they're jammy
 But I know they must be crazy
 Can't see their misfortune
 Even if they're lazy
 Walk throughout the fire
 Drive throughout the smoke
 See my enemy at the end of the rope

 Walk on piles of needles
 See what they can do
 Walk on gilded splinters
 With the king of the zulus

 Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon
 Walk on gilded splinters
 Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon
 Walk on gilded splinters

 Here I go, now
 Til I murder, til I'm dead

 I rode out my coffee
 By drinking poison from my chalice
 Propped against my faith
 I drink oil for my malice

 Meet me on your doorstep
 Soon we'll be in the gutter
 Melt you just like butter
 I'll make you stutter

 Walk throughout the fire
 Drive throughout the smoke
 See my enemy at the end of the rope

 Walk on piles of needles
 See what they can do
 Walk on gilded splinters
 With the king of the zulus

 Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon
 Walk on gilded splinters
 Kon kon, the kiddy kon kon
 Walk on gilded splinters

 Til I murder, til I'm dead