No one gets hotter, known to flow like lava Or go off like an M-1, the accident starts On the industrial skids with the scars on their wrists I say "what's up?" 'cause I feel I could explode any day too All the struggle to get over and nobody cares Throw it straight back in their face with my sick ultimatum To all the people out there that are breathing my air Please fall over and die so I can find a place to park S-M-motherfucking-P Dial M for Murder Just like Starfleet, you talk and you talk Step into this airlock, you'll see that our phasers are on "kill" Give me just twenty seconds, I'll put this at your neck Should I pull this trigger or watch you sweat? Yeah, motherfucker, I'm calling you out, mate You remind me too much of a chump I used to tolerate How 'bout a ride? We can both go down in flames When this wreck rolls over, you'll know who to blame Depressed? Bored? They make pills for that sorta stuff But this one is crazy, so get ready to duck Remember, everything breaks if you keep banging on it Two centimeter ledge and I'm still hanging on it The useless one they call the "dead ringer" Disintegrating suckers with the twitch of his finger So climb back in your coffin and please shut the fuck up Happy thoughts, Merry Christmas Fuck it