| Right or wrong | |
| It's not a question to be right | |
| It's how you do and cope your life | |
| Fall for no fees | |
| Kiss no arses to be loved | |
| Unless your fucking fist is up | |
| I could look up to Satan | |
| Be the foe of Jesus Christ | |
| But why | |
| They are both my fans | |
| So why | |
| Hail nobody, let thy body be thy god | |
| But please keep both feet on the ground | |
| Skip into the life that you live | |
| Fuck the hippies who called life a gift | |
| My soul and pride stands high hell | |
| Rather grow the horns from a goat | |
| That being part of something you are not | |
| I stand by my word, so burn | |
| Don't, I say, don't wait for silence to be heard | |
| Life is too short without a word | |
| Fall for no feeds | |
| Kiss no arses to be loved | |
| Unless your fucking fist is up | |
| Skip into the life that you live | |
| Fuck the hippies who called life a gift | |
| My soul and pride stands high hell | |
| Rather grow the horns from a goat | |
| That being part of something you are not | |
| I stood by my word | |
| Skip into the life that you live | |
| Fuck the hippies who called life a gift | |
| My soul and pride stands high hell | |
| Rather grow, rather grow the horns from a goat | |
| I stand by my word | |
| Skip into the life that you live | |
| Fuck the hippies who called life a gift | |
| My soul and pride stands high hell | |
| Rather grow, rather grow the horns from a goat | |
| I stood by my word |