| The sad pretender reneges on every deal | |
| Return to sender transparent lies revealed | |
| The question corpses trapped | |
| In a silent scream | |
| Can't last the courses | |
| Run a mile, kill the dream | |
| The cult of larceny | |
| Kill the music - kill the music | |
| There's no integrity | |
| Kill the fucking music | |
| You're paranoia at finding out the truth | |
| Your game is over it's time to cut you loose | |
| A final last chance to prove your doubters wring | |
| Now there's no last laugh | |
| Lost all cred, stole the song | |
| The cult of larceny | |
| Kill the music - kill the music | |
| You've no integrity | |
| Kill the fucking music | |
| She came to see you, offered it on a plate | |
| Then panic struck you, pretending to be straight | |
| Your basic hygiene is zero, not a bit | |
| Your life is unclean, work it out, time to quit | |
| The cult of larceny | |
| Kill the music - kill the music | |
| There's no integrity | |
| Kill the fucking music | |
| The cult of larceny | |
| Kill the music - kick the habit | |
| You've no integrity | |
| Kill the fucking music |