If this was a culling song
I'd tailor it to just one person
If this was a culling song
He wouldn't make it to the second verse, and
By now he'd be clutching his throat
He'd be tearing his hair out and gasping for air
By now he'd have fallen right off of his chair

If this was a killer tune
poison spoonful of words and music
If this was a deadly blend
Of atmospherics and acoustics
Could I carry the burden
And never abuse it
And always be certain
To do the right thing?

But it's still worth a try
You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye
But it's still worth a try
You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye
Goodbye

If this was a culling song
I'd tailor it to just one person
If this was a culling song
He wouldn't make it to the second verse, and
By now he'd be clutching his throat
He'd be tearing his hair out and gasping for air
By now he'd have fallen right off of his chair

But it's still worth a try
You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye
But it's still worth a try
You'd never hear a more satisfied good-bye
Goodbye

Not everyone is laughing
Not everyone is laughing
Because [bad word] rule our world
 [bad word] our promise
Defy everyone and deny
And good-bye