In a cold and lonely corner
Of this big ole' world of ours
There are people who are just like you and me
But because of some religion
Or political ideal
There's a bullet where their brain case used to be

Now it doesn't take a genius
To realise the truth
It's a dick move to take another's life
So we're sending out a message
To the murderers of the world
And we hope it puts an end to all this strife

CHORUS
Stop killing people, you twats
Stop killing people, you twats
You know that it's wrong
It really isn't on
So, stop killing people, you twats

Now we know our words are lacking
A real eloquence or style
And insulting you was not what we had planned
But the sad fact is such blunt-force
Vio-lent brutality
Is the only language these assholes understand

REPEAT CHORUS

It don't matter if it's passion
Or cleansing ethnically
Plain homicide, or genocide
Or pure insanity
We don't care if you feel sorry
Or purged of all your sin
We only just want you
To pack it in ...

REPEAT CHORUS x 3

You know that it's wrong
It really isn't on
So, stop killing people, you twats

You know that it's wrong
It really isn't on
So, stop killing people, you twats

Written by Intermittent Explosive Disorder
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