You can't have anything - everything's mine
You can't have my time, my world, my crime
I don't share - I don't care - I'm not that kind
Two for me - nothing for you -it's mine

Drop dead, go [bad word] yourself, eat [bad word] and die
Choking on yestercorn, ripping your throat like thorns
Pulling the pin out as your clock unwinds
You can't breathe my air - that's fair - it's mine

Heaven is piling up with headless dogs
'Cause God keeps on forgiving fighters, biters
Only with rabies can we cure the world of talking cancer
Answer: die