There's two ways out of this pigsty
So turn that noose into a neck tie
Aim high, don't be small fry
Who cares how many others die?
You must not be heard or seen
Moonlighting as a human being
Carve a throne from your obscene dream
And rule the Anthropocene supreme
I don't know, but I've been told
The road to hell is paved with gold
I don't know, but I have heard
Those who do not build shall burn
There's two ways out of this pigsty
So turn that noose into a neck tie
Aim high, don't be small fry
Who cares how many others die?
I don't know, but I've been told
The road to hell is paved with gold
I don't know, but I have heard
Those who do not build shall burn
I don't know, but I've been told
The road to hell is paved with gold
I don't know, but I have heard
Those who do not build shall burn
