Who do you think you are?
You can’t get away with
The kind of things you’re saying
Must be something wrong with you
Remember who you’re talking to
Nobody’s ever treated me that way
And escaped unharmed
Escaped unharmed
The first thing you learn
Is people aren’t always half they appear to be
Go back to your chosen life
You shouldn’t venture this far
I think you're both well suited now
He opens his mouth
And everybody falls through the floor
Don’t think I’m complaining
I’ve got no feelings for what I hunt
But there’s a certain revulsion
To think my mouth touched your
Stinking, filthy cunt
Your Chosen Life
