Vanity has too long punished all those that crave respect Yet you adorn your useless name with disgrace You will not like, what I have to say You'll take offence to every word I say Your greed for pussy It makes us sick, it makes me sick Buy her a drink, go take a dance, tap that arse Buy me no drink - Sip your own shame Buy her a drink, tap another arse - Sip your own fucking shame His heart now drops and shatters; Could the shards cut her throat to settle him down? And would be pieces puncture our lungs to drain all our lives of pride again? It makes us sick - You make me wish that girls were clever! Before I spit, I will flip - I will flip that collar down Pastelle shades lie - Liar! It makes me sick You make me wish girls were clever Before I flip your collar down, I will spit in your face - Pastelle shades lie