Dress it up and scent it with disgust

Shit your pants and run for your life

As days turn to weeks and the finger starts to numb

Whose toast is this?

Give it to me

Who fucking cares

Fuck it

It's mine now

A shift in power and class placement

And that noise?

It's just inside your head

You run

Screaming bloodlust

What's that?

It's just inside your head

It tastes great as the words leave your mouth

So try to scream with the cord around your throat

As days turn to weeks and the finger starts to numb

Whose toast is this?

Who fuckin cares?

Think of all the silly things that have passed you by

Onto the upper deck as your life has gone away

He was a God

He was a hit man

He was a henchman

A cartoon character

He was a God

He was a hit man

He was a henchman

A cartoon character

Onto the upper deck it comes

Right on the face

The time has come

Say sorry (onto the upper deck)

It's time to run (onto the face)

Onto the face...come

Time has come

Think back

Now it's gone

It is like the ultimate money shot right on the face

It's funny how job security works in this business

From the top of the ladder to a world of shit

Respected and feared to a babbling mess

I heard you were a serious guy in your day

The guy people saw when they needed things taken care of

And with all your fall from the highest of places, it's the ultimate money shot right on the face

In retrospect, it could have been worse

Upper deck and the taste of disgust

Think back

Now it's gone

With the snap of a finger, suddenly it was gone

WIth the snip of your finger, wait to get the tip back in the mail

Raper. Killer. Earth-shatterer. Raping. Killing. He's walking. Upper deck