staff to the refund counter (mongol horde)

Staff To The Refund Counter (Mongol Horde)

Mongol Horde - 3:17
God gave me consciousness but he never mentioned why.
What's the use in living long if we're all condemned to die?
Humbled in hospitals, I have seen the bitter end.
Everybody will die alone, deserted by their friends.
I want it back.

Bleak springs of greying skies, dead grass and twisted trees.
Each year advancing like some insidious disease.
Decaying year on year, dear God there's no respite.
A final lonely breath and then just endless night.
I want it back.
I want my money back.

This isn't what we asked for, it isn't what we wanted.
I'm trying to be grateful, but I'm a little disappointed.
This doesn't match the picture I picked out from the catalogue.
It doesn't include batteries, I cannot get it started.
Who do I need to speak to about this?

Post-coital cigarettes laced a with tired disgust,
A broken contraceptive, conception unjust,
Another suckling babe, another four-score years,
Another lifetime for some sucker stuck right here.
So I want it back.
I want my money back.

Staff to the refund counter please.
I even kept my receipt.

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