How Would You Like To Be Spat At In The Face

I want to tell it to your face, The way you make me feel Spit at all you stand for And make you kneel. I want to tell it to your face, The hurt, That your world's unreal. Spit along your pavements And make you see, Make you see... haaoowww. I wish to scream it to your face The pain you put me through. I wish my words could find a pace, Harsch enough to suit you, Harsch enough to suit you, Harsch enough to suit you, Harsch enough to suit you ! You and your pitiful narci-ssistic ways-s-s, Girl, How would you like to-o be s-spa-at at in the-the fa-ace...