Tekster: Oxymoron. Feed The Breed. Big Mouth.

Your cult is dead, that's what I believe
but I have got no words of grief
it's gonna show now of what you're made
When the going gets tough the tough get going
while the rest keep on dick-blowing
cause any arsehole can pose a night

I've got an aim - honest and true o.k.
I've got a cause - pushing me on all day
No hippie fuck mentality
cause in the real world dog eats dog anyway

[Chorus:]
Mouth so big and ass so tight
but no ounce of balls behind
it's a shame you walk upright
Words don't hide hypocrisy
your true colours I can see
a real nightmare scenery

show time that's all you are to me
show time - heroes in fantasy

Get down...
All your fuss won't help succeed
cos it cuts no ice with me
if something bothers you just turn away
You're just a fool...
You lack the punch and backbone needed
bending things if you can't beat them
Yeah, just a boaster who's playing tough guy

I've got a faith - but not in what you say
I've got a feel - stronger than dynamite
I gotta choose the other way
cause your weird shit doesn't work out anyway