Civil disorder!
Afterworld, come on!
Just don’t come around handing out your orders
We won’t carry out, carry out, we’re no droids
Dozen had to get
Laid all the time, you bet
He say no, I leave
He say yes, I abuse you
I had to go
Fishing some fresh meat
Had to destroy you
Sorry for your lost soul
Come and empty your tank
Over me boy
And sleep, sleep and I’m gone
Coming for another
Hot shot fishing some fresh meat, yeah yeah
Had to destroy you
Sorry for your lost soul
