Lyrics:

So glad you made it
This will be better than the last time
Do you remember that weird kid next door?
Well you're never going to believe this one
We, we caught the scent
Were on the track
Well feed you to the hounds
Petrified
Run for your life as we bring the death storm
Oh! Good job
Dig up those bones
You made it?! Send the death storm!
We lead the march to the skin beef, it's on!
There'll be a hanging
Find him! Get him! Let's string him up! So soft and pink inside
No matter what has happened, Please remember the good times
And no matter what you've said or done learn to watch your fucking mouth
Unless you're caught on video on video and you are ankle deep in it
We can make things go away for the right pay check
Follow the smell to the man behind the glass
I don't care about your regret and I'm not asking why
I'll steal the wind from your sails and I'll make sure you die
Going to be a witch hunt