Happy Hour - King Missile

In this happy sing-song hell hole

In this torture house of glee

In this perfect playpen prison

There’s so much to do and see

On this euthanasia morning

Colorful carnival of pain

Let us drink delicious poison

If they won’t let us

Let’s complain

Genetic engineers

Crucified our sacred hymns

While flesh fell off our bodies

And we lost our limbs