Yesterday was quite a day, and I've been a bad boynI enjoyed wiping that smile off your facenAccident, act of God, fate or destinynThe hypocrits, they're mourning, it's all just such a wastennClean on the inside nMy hands are dripping with the bloodnClean on the insidenMy face is covered in the bloodnClean on the insidenAnd that's all that mattersnnDead, dead, dead, deadnDead, dead, dead, deadnDead, dead, dead, deadnDead, dead, dead, deadnDead, dead, dead, deadnDead, dead, dead, deadnDead, dead, dead, deadnDead, dead, dead, dead, deadnnQuiet down, folk will hear, stop with the screamingnI can see a boy of fifteen scared in your eyesnThe hypocrits, they shift the blame, they're pointing their fingernWell, so be it, I am damned for your demisennClean on the insidenMy hands are dripping with the bloodnClean on the insidenMy face is covered in the bloodnClean on the insidenAnd that is all that mattersnnAm I not on this lonely planet?nI hope I get homenThis is not how I had planned itnDying on my ownnOver...nnMy hands on my ears, blocking the soundnI put the fucker into the groundnnYou turned up deadnYeah, I'm clean, I'm clean