Scramble up the eggs Can smell the bacon In the blue lights Pass me the screwdriver Change the colour Into new wine Stains on the floor Bloody Mary Claimed she never was a whore There's murder on that dance floor All that murder that you asked for Go for it Toke a bit Put that belt around your neck And choke a bit These words compare to coke and spliffs That made you loose your focus quick Sit down and listen close Before you get lost in the hopeless shit I'm spitting just for the joke of it