Mental health versus the suicide bomb
It's not one for the faint of heart
Come on all you fu-ked up morons
Let's get this game to the start
When you hear the refs whistle blow
Which showers us in harmonic sound
Then everything turns a shade of red
As atoms hit the ground
Mental healthers you must take life upon the chin
Because that little suicide bomb will always ****** win
There can never be a return match
There will be no glorious return
Just a Little sporting chant
Of burn you ******* burn
Most games played in life are supposed to be a bit of fun
But in this stupid game the score is always 0-1
Warring factions please leave them inside your ugly head
It's always your surroundings that end up turning red