Call the cops and tell them what I want 
My battery's a hundred percent 
It all made sense 
 
A bomb for a body 
A hammer for a head 
My battery's a hundred percent 
It all made sense 
 
All your stories are about your death 
The lemmings on the way to the cliff 
The brain-dead boys 
 
Calling you a hooligan, a Border Reiver git 
The boxer with a box of old shit 
The big white noise 
 
It's all about the money now 
You put the hard drive in the microwave 
You antelope 
You are a sack of wine 
 
Call the cops and tell them what I want 
My battery's a hundred percent 
It all made sense 
 
Just blame it on the empire 
Blame it on the empire 
Blame it on the empire 
Blame it on the empire 
I don't know 
 
It's all about the Benjamins 
It's all about the wilderness for me 
Tomorrow is a wonderful idea 
 
It's the end of the contender 
The end of the contender 
It's the end of the contender 
The end of the contender 
 
Feeding time 
Animatronic eyes 
Are watching with delight 
 
A churning mind 
Gimme that rabid smile, those 
Creddahornis eyes 
Call the cops and tell them what I want 
My battery's a hundred percent 
It all made sense 
 
A bomb for a body 
A hammer for a head 
My battery's a hundred percent 
It all made sense 
 
The end of the contender
It's the end of the contender 
The end of the contender
The end of the contender