The End of the Contender

Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense All your stories are about your death The lemmings on the way to the cliff, the brain-dead boys Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git The boxer with a box of old shit, the big white noise It's all about the money now You put the hard drive in the microwave You antelope, you are a sack of wine Huh, huh Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense Just blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire Blame it on the empire, blame it on the empire, I don't know It's all about the Benjamins It's all about the wilderness for me Tomorrow is a wonderful idea Huh, huh It's the end of the contender The end of the contender It's the end of the contender The end of the contender Feeding time, animatronic eyes Are a-watching with delight (the end of the contender) A churning mind, oh, give me that rabid smile Those Creddahornis eyes Call the cops and tell them what I want My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense A bomb for a body, a hammer for a head My battery's a hundred percent, it all made sense (It all made sense) The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender The end of the contender