Lights out for the cynical sharps
  For their wide-eyed foils and all attendant props
  Supporters of flash and pan-fried fucks
  Who grease like cops throwing round their weight
  And I feel dangerous and vexed
  Swinging two ton second guess
  And every motion just cuts too cruel too cruel
  And the implication is that you're implicated
  Like a caustic acrostic spelling out your name
  Lights out cos I can see in the dark
  Sidewind my way to the mark of fuse lines
  Gas-wet for a spark
  I crash I burn I've fully lost it anyway
  And you're nowhere
  Lights out loser