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)