The World Is Not Made of Flowers

Though I will be your judge and jury Crushing your skull won't quell my fury The world is not made of flowers, is it? Neither am I If you smell a bullet Passing through your nose Red as a rose Let it be mine The world is not made of music, is it? Neither am I If you hear an arrow Passing through your ear And out your rear Let it be mine The world is not made of sunlight, is it? Neither am I If you see a dagger Passing through your eye And then you die Let it be mine And while my anger still increases I'll piss on all your little pieces