(There Is a Light) At the End of the Rope

You judge me, but you're guilty as sin

You're the king of a mountain of shit

I'd pay to see it wrapped 'round your neck

Watch you stretch to the bottom of Hell

There is a light at the end of the rope

Swing if you want it, hanging on hope

Cast in your stone for the right to complain

About all the spoiled brats who throw theirs away

Time comes to choose and your memory fails

Wake up tomorrow and it all starts again

There is a light at the end of the rope

Swing if you want it, hanging on hope

Weep over slivers of copper and gold

While cunts gorge themselves on the veins in your arms

You remind me of animals screaming

At the gates of the abattoir

There is a light at the end of the rope

Swing if you want it, hanging on hope