No cup from the master’s table
No drop of wine
To slake the thirst of those
You yourselves say were born divine
[Pre-Chorus]
How does your bounty taste? (paradise)
Dining on carrion
What have we done?
Nothing, nothing, nothing!
[Chorus]
Bathe... in the joystream
Twenty-nine thousand children today
Tomorrow... the world!
Try force your right, fill every room
Splash across every surface
Like some obscene money shot
[Pre-Chorus]
How does your carrion taste?
Are you not filled with pride?
When will we permit this to end?
Never, never, never!
[Chorus]
Bathe... in the joystream
Twenty-nine thousand children today
Tomorrow... the world!
[distorted]
[Pre-Chorus]
How does your bounty taste? (paradise)
Dining on carrion
What have we done?
Nothing, nothing, nothing!
[Chorus 2x]
Bathe... in the joystream
Twenty-nine thousand children today
Tomorrow... the world!