This very day
This very day I'm going to shit upon all of you, I'm going stab you, shoot you, rip you apart.
This dead city makes me puke, therefore you can kiss my ass, while I'm still here.
No chance, baby, you don't get out of here. You're going down steadily.
And when you're covered with shit up to your neck, you'll soon find out, you won't get old here,
But stone cold!
In this time of death only a couple of friends and familiar creatures are crawling out of caves and clefts.
Love all over the place -a good feeling, and when everybody's getting hot, you are staying cool.
One day you've finally made it, people adore you and only gawp at you a little.
Too late to be a human being, just too shattered, shit is bubbling with your juice.