Vengeance builds justice

And justice is mine (mine, mine, mine)

Thus speaketh the virgin queen

Vernacular contraception

Just two inches from a clean break in style

You turn and wonder if it's tasteless and vile

Behold the perfect picture: Mr and Mrs Right

A smashing number, China's faultway to the fight

Stroke of a butterfly, sting of a bee

King of the mountain, down on your knees

Be that time, make it C.O.D

If it ain't half bad, put the make on me

Looking around like you don't have a clue

A lot of wound, he's got it in for you

Licking the wounds of a latest crash

Taken aback by a new religion

Late that night, nobody bash

Gotta give in to the new religion (religion, religion)

Vengeance (vengeance)

Walking to the fridge and I shook my head

Last time I looked, it was a waterbed

Diggin' on deeper, into the hole

Let it down easy, sell my soul