Ladies and gentlemen,nIt's good to meet again,nIt's good to get you in one placenDon't think about your lies, left in the cold outsidenYou have no name, you leave no trace.nnForget your weary problems, (take off your clothes)nThere's far too many of them, (it's worse than you suppose)nIndulge your animal instincts, nUnload your headsnIt shouldn't take a moment to cross your legs insteadnnWe're rotten to the core, we're all the samenWe are scum, you were like usnBut when did you become so righteous?nLet's do a roaring trade, 'til the day the Messiah comesnAnd stops us having fun.nnIn times of mass hysteria keep track of your friendsnBut keep your enemies nearer lest they start pretendingnThat they always loved you, right from the startnAnd try to claim it back off you