You must die I alone am best!

I hope ya flip some guy the bird
He cuts you off and you`re forced to swerve
In front of the Beatles` tour bus
A Bookmobile and a Mack truck
Hauling hazardous biological waste
The light turns red you have no brakes
And `Hard Copy` gets it all on tape
So you can see the look on your face

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope your Pinto begins to spin
Takes out a disabled Vietnam Veteran
Mows down a Nobel Peace Prize Winner
And maybe some orphans having Christmas dinner
Perhaps even the British Royal Family
And the Rabbi that`s clutching the bottle-fed puppy
And we can`t forget the newlyweds
And those Jerry`s Kids are as good as dead

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope your cellmate thinks he`s God
But C.N.N. refer to him as `Bowling Ball Bag Bob`
Serving time again for abuse of a corpse
Only this time the victim`s a Clydesdale horse
While he masturbates to photos of livestock
He does the `Silence of the Lambs` dance to Christian Rock
Eats feces and quotes from `Deliverance`
And fights with his imaginary playmate Vince

Die Die Die Die Die Die Die
Die Die Die Die Die Die Die

I hope he grins like Jack Nicholson
And forces you to play a game called `Balls On Chin`
And whatever happens next is all a blur
But you remember `fist` can be a verb
And when you finally regain consciousness
You`re bound and gagged in a wedding dress
And the prison guard looks the other way
‘Cause he`s the guy ya flipped the bird the other day

I hope this helps to emphasize
I hope this helps to clarify
I hope you die

I hope you die