In three months and a day your homes will plague you      Your paychecks will haunt you      And your love life will own you      This is it      We'll expect the cost (we'll expect the cost)            Spring does not exist, neither does Jesus      To whom inquires first      While you sit their praying hard to a god that doesn't exist      As your head follows down      It's in your mouth      Forty years, into nights      Child this will end your life      Forty years, of your life            A bad taste      A terrible sense of smell      Fool yourself      For the books your children bleed for            Were going to throw the burning bodies      Down the wishing well…..            During a raping      You can't get back your pennies      During a raping you can't hold yourself on trial            All we are, are fitter men      Cast us as violent      All we know can't hold us back      Beautiful children with wreck less hands      Will doubt them…