Put

me

in

the

fuc-

king

ground.

Ug-

ly

fuc-

king

gods,

ug-

ly

fuc-

king

he-

roes.

Bow

to

your

mas-

ters,

count

your

worth-

less

fuc-

king

ze-

roes.

Look

me

in

the

eye

and

tell

me

I'm

a

sap.

Like

the

trees

that

leak

green

gold,

suck

it

out

till

they

all

col-

lapse.

I'm

not

a

vic-

tim.

At

least

I

ne-

ver

thought

I

was.

I'm

just

a

pro-

duct

of

my

en-

vi-

ron-

ment,

Just

the

sal-

ted

fuc-

king

slug.

Poc-

ket

stuf-

fer.

Mo-

ther-

fuc-

ker.

Soul

stea-

ler.

Bot-

tom

fee-

der.

E-

agh!

Put

me

in

the

fuc-

king

ground

.Ug-

ly

fuc-

king

gods,

ug-

ly

fuc-

king

he-

roes.

Bow

to

your

mas-

ters,

count

your

worth-

less

fuc-

king

ze-

roes.

Watch

me

wi-

ther.

I'm

just

the

sal-

ted

fuc-

king

slug.

Watch

me

wi-

ther.

I'm

just

the

sal-

ted

fuc-

king

slug.

Watch

me

wi-

ther.

I'm

just

the

sal-

ted

fuc-

king

slug.

Born

to

burn.

Give

un-

to

the

pigs

what

they

yearn.

Give

me

hate

in

your

hand-

shake.

Give

me

Hell,

give

me

pain,

I

em-

brace

it.

Born

to

die,

born

to

rot

in

a

soup

of

flies.

Leave

me

in

the

pines!

Let

my

bo-

dy

be-

come

the

de-

cay

in

my

mind!

We

all

de-

serve

the

sho-

vel.

We

all

de-

serve

the

crown

to

a

king-

dom

of

dirt

and

de-

vils.

So,

just

put

me

in

the

fuc-

king

ground.

(Ground!)

A

king-

dom

of

dirt

and

de-

vils.

No-

thing

more,

no-

thing

less.

A

king-

dom

of

dirt

and

de-

vils.

No-

thing

is

pure,

no-

thing

is

real.