Even if you're offering full surrender
I'd still curse you with my last breath
But why give up your rightful place
As head of this kingdom of filth
Hail to the heir to the throne
Forever spiraling out of control
Forever fighting for a chance to roll
And hold on to pointless assholes
From forever to now, I'll mark you down
And you free to steal and laugh about it
As conspiring to sell all this
Garbage at hand as fact and still pray that
Hell hath fury without you
I just don't have pity for your fucking shit
Hell hath fury without you
I just can't escape your fucking stink.
WRITERS
Aidan O'Hanlon, Andrew Kelly, David King, Ian Kinsella, Niall Earle