Cheerio!

I can't hear the thunder
I can't feel the rain
But I know a storm's coming
It's cloudy again
I rejoice in it
Like it's the weekend
You said I was crazy
That I was going round the bend

I'm gonna stamp you out like a fly
I'm gonna lift my shoe and watch you die
It ain't sinister
Because you're not fair
And as for her
Well you got off well

Goodbye, ass-hole
I won't miss you
I hope you catch her freakish looks
Then no-one will kiss you

Suck it up, princess
I don't care no more
You can beg for mercy
But as I said before
I'm gonna stamp you out like a fly
Lift my shoe and watch you die
So fuck off, loser
I hope you always lose
To me you'll always be the bug
The splat on my shoes.