You put me in the clutches of sin    Making me a burning specimen    Of worn animosity, just to aspire    Leaving absolutely nothing behind       But now it seems that the tables have turned    Another dead end, another lesson learned    One good turn deserves another    So here it is, motherfucker       You're just a semi-automatic hate machine    Semi-automatic hate machine    Semi-automatic hate machine    And I've gone ballistic       Tooth and scratch   Give me an axe to grind   A practice made perfect, matter over mind    I've got the urge, I've got the urge    To clean up this place of your scourge       If cleanliness is next to Godliness    Then that would make you the devil    Call it what you will, a pre-emptive strike    But the first law of nature is to defend one's life       You're just a semi-automatic hate machine    Semi-automatic hate machine    Semi-automatic hate machine    And I've gone ballistic       Mine eyes have seen the glory    Mine eyes have seen the glory    Grapes of wrath   Grapes of wrath       You're just a semi-automatic hate machine    Semi-automatic hate machine    Semi-automatic hate machine    And I've gone ballistic       And you're just a statistic