In the grey of yesterday
A breeze blew over exposing
A memory so small
What is it here for?
That your virility makes me forget empathy
And dig your hole
That's what we're here for

To make you feel important
Cos you knew we were aborted
It's the same things that we're saying all the time

And they have everything
They'd have kept their ribs I'm sure of it
It's what they're all about
But getting inside counts
And mass virility
Has made me forget empathy
And dig your hole
It's what we're here for

To make you feel important
Cos you knew we were aborted
It's the same things that were saying all the time
(These may be views but they'll never be mine)
While mid-shelf masturbation
Leaves a smear on half the nation
Its the same things that they're saying all the time

Oh and your virility has made me forget empathy
So I dig your hole
It's what they're here for

To make you feel important
Cos you knew we were aborted
Its the same things that we're saying all the time
And mid-shelf masturbation
Leaves a smear on half the nation
It's the same things that they're saying all the time