Letra de See you next tuesday

I said run.
And you won´t be able to see me because you´ll be bleeding from
the eyes.
The thought of your genitals makes me sick and I bet you could fit
five cocks up that ass.
Why don´t you just strap a mattress to your back?
These are the last days of the rest of your life.
Next time I want a better excuse - dropped like a bad habit.
I wash my hands of you all.
My slate is clean.
And I´ll be smiling all the way to the bank.
Face down, ass up; I want to destroy something beautiful.
By the end I want everyone dead.
By the end I´m going to be the only one standing.
Not even your children are safe.