"What do you get when you cross a mentally ill loner with a society that abandons him and treats him like trash? I'll tell you what you get: you get what you fuckin' deserve!" (Joker)

Chewing grenades, spitting out the pins

My insides explode but I've got thick skin

Though if I open my mouth I tend to end up

In low-Earth orbit, sitting on my thumbs

Like two wires waiting to trigger a bomb

Tens of megatons, like meteors

Decimated lands in its wake, and scores

Of volunteers sign up for peace's sake or

Whatever fake excuse given

By the global gunnery sarge

To barge in and weaponise a generation

Standard issue from a generous nation

Graceful donation, no ill intention

Pale faces, blackbody radiation

Sticks, stones and depleted uranium

Half-life halved, whole life decayin'

Radio tuned on failed transmissions

They say there's a light at the end of the tunnel:

That of muzzle flashes and molotov cocktails