Lyrics:

I snort bricks, through a gold straw
Been outta work since 84
(My) diamond machete, turns wrong to right
Cant see the bacon, for the pigs in flight

Fat roll of hundred dollar fuses
Stuff em in the mouth of a fine Jamaican

Youve been bottle fed, dropped on your head
Dont care if you bleed in bed
Skinny dip in a sea of razor blades
I am your tongue, this is what you say

New York City Glitch Bomb - Obliteration!
Peak hour compression - Obliteration!

Now youre busily rotting away
To leather, sticks and insanity
The charming boy, a train wreck hymn
His life has become a coping mechanism

Hey buddy, got a match?
Gets me in the mood for obliteratin

Butterfly with iron cross wings
A smile slides across my canines
Golden cannon, letter from Kurt
I got something to tell you and its gunna hurt

New York City Glitch Bomb - Obliteration!
Peak hour compression - Obliteration!
New York City Glitch Bomb - Obliteration!
Human Liquidation - Obliteration!