Well I know it doesn't matter if you're honest or you're fake And that the grim reaper for each of us does wait I know that stupid people are the happiest by far For sensitive intelligent read battered bruised and scarred But theres something rather pleasing equality it waits Because in the end we're all food on the grim reapers plate There are many little stories and dramas we enact We're all obsessed with our own each action and each fact Oh to self obsession each one is a whore But a little self respect sometimes back we can draw But theres something rather pleasing equality it waits Because in the end we're all food on the grim reapers plate Each night upon millions the grim reaper does feast All those sel obsessed souls self obsession has ceased Morality is something used to keep the rich rich If you are excluded you're a thief a pimp a bitch So my mothe she was right I have reached my happy end My life is like a library book I no longer need to lend I'm going to shoot my stepmother then I'll shoot myself Then this library book can gather dust upon a shelf But theres something rather pleasing equality it waits Because in the end we're all food on the grim reapers plate