Richard II Or Extraordinary Popular Dimensions And The Madness Of Crowds - Responsible Hate Anthem

Soon you'll be burning orphanages down
 Watching ashes scatter all over town
 And when the smoke gets too close to the ground
 You'll see blue trampling over grey and green over brown
 And you'll be cutting ears off of dead men
 Pumping shells into the carcass for hours on end
 Then you'll swear that we've always been friends
 And be unable to conceive it could ever happen again
 Of course, you have never been to blame for the various horrible things that you did
 You may have gotten away with them too, if not for those meddling kids
 The lump in your throat, the ache in your bones
 They are nobody's fault but your own
 And whatever amount you paid
 For your many distractions, well, it was too much
 And at the end of the day
 To whatever extent you hate yourself, it isn't enough
 And we can no longer afford
 Waiting for someone to lift this terrible swift sword
 In our basements, we all look so bored
 We've never seen the glory of the coming of the Lord
 There will be parties, there will be fun
 There'll be tall gallows for everyone
 And we will all be sleeping easy
 Upon the sinking of the sun
 But there's only one dream that I keep close,
 And it's the one of my hand at your throat
 I will not deny my humanity
 I'll be rolling in it like a pig in feces
 Because there's no other integrity
 In awaiting the demise of our species
 May you endure every indignity knowing all the while that life will go on
 And when it ends, may you have nothing to say, except that it took too long
 And may I be there somehow
 Asking, "Where are all your friends now?"