I'm a hip dude  Shit dude  Pissed dude  Hanging on a distant call  Me indeed don't know it any better I'm the worst  Thing of it all  A boy  With all his toys  But I don't care for this  Like a boy  In a bliss  Excited'bout my politics  At the point  Of my blunt sick bayonet  Impressed with global causalty  I don't care for you man  I care for your dying  With my battery yeah  It's all my official joy  Who cares for you goddamned... meet that hip  Dude  By your own roots  So pay now  I don't pay for you man  I pay for your dying  With my battery  It's all my official joy  Oh god why am I such a stupid boy thank god  Thank god  Believe that part  Face now  I know I care for it  I start bloody war  So stout that I need whore  When I'm proud  I know I have to choose  Wank down my battery  Well can't you see  You bastards  I bring you silence  Straight after the violence  This job I do  Is good for you