Vengeance C.O.D. - Lyrics - A Split-second

Vengeance builds justice And justice is mine (mine, mine, mine) Thus speaketh the *** 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