There's a hand reaching past the glands
Ripping out all of the contents
And there's a sense of sadness
But only in what we've always been taught to listen with
And I'm a waste and so are you in the face
Of all the stuff from the guy in the clouds
Who shouts down at us

And words remain in the suits of today
And I have no shame when I say
Step the fuck away
And I'll be glad that when it's the end
You'll be caught and torn when there's no law to fall in

Pest from the west
Drums on his chest
And sucks from the tee-tee
You're one of those pests
The pest from the west
Drums on his chest
And sucks from the tee-tee
You're one of those pests

There's a hand reaching past the glands
Ripping out all of the contents
And there's a sense of sadness
But only in what we've always been taught to listen with
And I'm a waste and so are you in the face
Of all the stuff from the guy in the clouds
Who shouts down at us

And words remain in the suits of today
And I have no shame when I say
Step the fuck away
And I'll be glad that when it's the end
You'll be caught and torn when there's no law to fall in

You're one of those pests
You're one of those pests
You're one of those pests
You're one of those pests from the west
You're one of those (You're one of those pests)
And you're one of those (You're one of those pests)
And you're one of those pests (You're one of those pests)
You're one of those pests from the west
You're one of those pests (You're one of those pests)
And you're one of those pests (You're one of those pests)
You're one of those pests