Lyrics The Misanthrope - Local H

The Misanthrope

Hack actors choking on the scenery
Mere grist to feed the machinery
Fairy tales and useless fables
Prayers at the children’s table
That ends with us Dead
This is your welcome to the family
All hail the cult of misanthropy
The church and then the steeple
Bring out the weak and feeble
This world, it turns on the thought of you dead
Stories like the gory details
So keep your finger on the meat scale
Sycophants and gorgeous users
Pave the way for tomorrow’s losers
That wanted you dead
This is your welcome to the family
God damn the cult of His Vanity
The church and then the steeple
Bring out the weak and feeble
This world, it turns on the thought of you dead
I chloroform the evil
There’s nothing worse than people
This world, it turns on the thought of you dead
This is your welcome to the family
Come join the cult of sterility
The church and then the steeple
There is nothing worse than people (x3)
This world, it turns on the thought of you dead
The thought of you dead (x3)
Dead