You might act like you own the world,
stick that nose up in the air
and force a wry smile speaking
to the lower classes,
but you will die one day,
hopefully really very soon indeed
and I will dig your grave,
lower your coffin into the ground
and jump on it a few times.
Open it up and jump on you a couple times,
just to make sure.

You were born into the working classes
and just look at you now.
You have forgotten where you came from
and where you will end up.
There is no god waiting for you, darling.
You’ll be with the brimstone
and the fire and the sulphur and the devils.
You traipse through your ******* existence like a princess
but you will rot like everyone else.