One Last prayer to the god of despair
(no going home, there’s nowhere to go)
one more drop for the firing squad
(youre up to the wall, up to the wall)
the shot will stop you dead on the spot


all i hear, the railway lines, how many years will it take


nothing but the long slow drop
(no turning back, its all going black)
how deep will you go, into the hole
(into the hole, youre into the hole)
huddled masses, cold in the dark


all i see, the black and white, flickering screen of despair


the sun burns down, on a desert world
nothing but concrete and waste
i see it all, i see it all, through a can of butane


money buys, all you dont need,
a stab in the back for your greed
i see it all, i see it all, i see all time stands still


I’m beautiful, so beautiful, with a can of beau-tane


Words by Mark from Last Under The Sun – Hooligan Jihad CD