These Good People

He worries no more than he Necessarily needs to fill his void As big as space never ending thrill He meets his will by choosing hate Why choosing? Need us to smile too? Alright Struggling to prevail Foretaste The aftermath Which will be black As black as waste We'll throw in an extra dance For just a little over 5 pence Need us to smile too? You'll turn our limo into a hearse Weighing just enough to run it over your curse Need us to smile too? You lie, you lie, you lie --- These Good People - The Gathering