VERSE 1
There’s not much wrong with a needle poke
When contrasted to your anti-science hoax
Treating reason like it’s a big fucking joke
You don’t get to call yourself fucking woke
There’s got to be some kind of law you broke
Watching the masses fall down and croak
Open your eyes and fuck all your lies
How many more of us should have to die?
CHORUS
Open sores and bloody coughs
Yellow skin and orange snot
Vomiting like there’s no tomorrow
It’s plague worship, total sorrow
VERSE 2
Where did you get your shit of a bull?
A Russian troll who wants world control?
A leader whose brain is turning into pudding?
A CEO who profits from your home cooking?
Get that garbage out of your tiny brain
A needle is two seconds of minor pain
It’s nothing more and it’s nothing less
It’s better than cleaning up a gory mess
CHORUS
Open sores and bloody coughs
Yellow skin and orange snot
Vomiting like there’s no tomorrow
It’s plague worship, total sorrow
VERSE 3
You can drag your kid to the doctor’s office
Or spread your bullshit like a false prophet
No proof for the crap that you believe in
Armageddon is yours if you can achieve it
EXTENDED CHORUS
Open sores and bloody coughs
Yellow skin and orange snot
Vomiting like there’s no tomorrow
It’s plague worship, total sorrow
Measles, mumps, chickenpox
More reasons for a burial box
Making a comeback one last time
It’s plague worship, the ultimate crime
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