Stamping:

I always thought myself as one immune to hatred,
But no;
I ain't that pure and white!
When it comes down to it,
my mind is pretty tainted,
But,
At the same time,
I know I'm right.

Most days it's fine,
Then someone flippantly decides
to bring you up,
with comments,
lacking any tact:
“Remember this, remember that? I always thought he was a twat.”
As though I needed reminding of that!

 I won't be over you,
till I'm standing on your head and 
stamping
stamping
stamping till you're dead
with people
wanking
wanking
wanking over your corpse
and thanking
thanking
thanking me for the show.

Yeah, I want them thanking me for the show.
And wanking over your corpse.

To think, I thought myself as one immune to hatred,
Well, no,
I ain't that pure and white.
When it comes down to it,
My mind and life are tainted
and I'm always thinking I'm the one that's right.
Most days it's fine,
and then I find you in my mind,
unwanted memories start stamping through my head.
But, it's in my head,
it's in my mind,
it's in my mind,
it's in my head,
ain't that – ain't that what you always said?


 I won't be over you,
till I'm standing on your head and 
stamping
stamping
stamping till you're dead
with people
wanking
wanking
wanking over your corpse
and thanking
thanking
thanking me for the show.