The End Of The Contender

Call the cops and tell 'em 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 body with a gift
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
Huh, huh

Call the cops and tell 'em 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
Huh, huh

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
A watching little light (the end of the contender)
A churning mind, oh, give me that rabid smile
Those Creddahornis eyes

Call the cops and tell 'em 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

(It all made sense)

The end of the contender
The end of the contender
The end of the contender
The end of the contender