Lyrics

He had a heart-attack, Mac They shot him full of smack He overdosed 'fore he understood Anything at all They forgot before long Put their black righteous cloaks back on They never cared about anything Anything at all (X3) They called it rat poison suicide And put his ashes in a jar Without name or number And no remorse at all With a mouth full of psychodorm The herd sticks to their guards And their factory routine In anything and all (X3)