The 90s Revival

You know how on the TV they use squares to disguise their faces
Well, if you squint your eyes you can recognise the rapists
The murderers and scumbags with notches in their bumbags
For every sad and lonely life they’ve ruined with a Stanley knife

Dead on arrival
The 90s revival

Survival of the fittest, the fattest and the richest
God save our travesty and call the next Jehovah’s witness
A child of the sixties born in the nineties
A Siamese triplet from the test tube of a mad scientist

Born dead on arrival
The 90s revival

(No, it’s just… Oh, I can’t think straight, that’s all. I mean…)

And yea, though I walk through the alley in the shadow of death
I shall fear no evil, because I am evil

Bring me some aspirin, some rope and some Valium
Turn on the gas rings and phone the Samaritans
And sit back and take in the gospel and bible
Of the lip-smacking, jawbreaking, rip-roaring 90s revival

God’s not dead, no, he is alive
God’s not dead, no, he is alive