There's a hand reaching past the glands
Ripping out all of the contents
There's a sense of sadness
But only in what we've always been taught to listen with
And I'm a waste and so are you in the face
Of all the stuff from the guy on the clouds
Who shouts down on us
And words remain in the suits of today
And I have no shame when I say
Stay the fuck away
And I'll be glad that when it's the end
You'll be caught and torn when there's no lot to fall in
Pest from the west
Drums on his chest
Sucks the tee-tee
One of those pests
Pest from the west
Drums on his chest
Sucks the tee-tee
You're one of those pests
There's a hand reaching past the glands
Ripping out all of the contents
There's a sense of sadness
But only in what we've always been taught to listen with
And I'm a waste and so are you in the face
Of all the stuff from the guy on the clouds
Who shouts down on us
And words remain in the suits of today
And I have no shame when I say
Stay the fuck away
And I'll be glad that when it's the end
You'll be caught and torn when there's no lot to fall in
You're one of those pests
You're one of those pests
You're one of those pests
You're one of those pests from the west
You're one of those (You're one of those pests)
And you're one of those (You're one of those pests)
And you're one of those pests (You're one of those pests)
You're one of those pests from the west
You're one of those pests (You're one of those pests)
And you're one of those pests (You're one of those pests)
And you're one of those pests
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