The daily mission
Of keeping the house clean
Is getting complicated
Strangers I've seen
The grass is trampled again
For untimely visits
The cheeky ones don't even care
They feel like they own the seats
Hahahahaha, but I'm watching
Waiting for the right moment
All right, the slaughter will begin
If the damn thoughts
Don't respect my space
There's no reason
To wait for my disgrace
If the damn thoughts
Are taking my place
There's no choice
But to welcome them with shotguns
Like sewer rats they breed
You kill one, cool
Then another one arrives to bleed
Alright, come on, day after day
As long as I have bullets
A deadly toll they will have to pay
You cowards, come one at a time!
You know you wouldn't stand a chance
If I fall, I'll fall shooting!
If the damn thoughts
Don't respect my space
There's no reason
To wait for my disgrace
If the damn thoughts
Are taking my place
There's no choice
But to welcome them with shotguns
When these ideas
Are treading on my grass
To kill or be killed
I'll be shooting in their ass, haha
If the damn thoughts
Don't respect my space
Then there's no choice
But to welcome them with shotguns
To welcome them, ooh, fuck