wasted all all a disgrace
rearranged the pretty messes
pray on your abandoned knee
to the kids with king of rights
underneath the night tonight
you would rather spite your face
blitzkrieg the bitches bald
may the trophy sell the gold
pay the toll or sell your soul
when the bill is on collections
pepper holes and ugly messes
the singer sings of diamond things
there is a love that doesn't lease
and consume all your life