Dot your i's with little hearts
I have no idols
I have no role models
I have no respect
For all that heritage
The Celts gave me green eyes
A love for weapons and possessions
I dunno what the Saxons gave me
But probably my clottish words
The desire to pound in enemy's skulls
With a nice hefty lump of sandstone
I don't know what my parents DNA did either
But probably a love for expensive fatty food
Art, and endless lefty snobbery
I've idolised these toothless bastards
I've been so honest about my hurt
And I've lied for so long
Quietly, I loathe them all
I'll deface Shakespeare
I'll piss on Ulysses
I'll eat priceless Vermeers
And throw the Ardagh Chalice in the Liffey
Fuck this culture fix
I shall destroy like everyone else
This world has defaced me
Broken me, humiliated me
It never ceases to heap me with despair
I think I'll shag Kafka in his sleep
Perform the entire plays of Sophocles
Using severed heads on spikes
And recorded voices from BBC educational videos
Pure wrath seeps from my mangled corpse
Yeah I steal my ideals from long dead rockers
And psychopathic suicidal head cases
I don't respect originality
Time stopped with the Romans
You can keep your pickled sharks
I am the ghost of a Celtic warrior queen
Gladly, I'll again kill my husband over a bull
No, I'd rather rub society's face in its own vomit
And make it look at itself in the mirror
You can take me darling!
Hold me down.
Rape me to death.
Come on modern culture!
Are you afraid of me?
Maybe I'm scary now.
I look the same to me…
I'm a snivelling terrified child.
Yeah? Here I am!
Easy! C'mon! Take me!
Think you can't make me?
I'll spit in your face.
Splice your balls.
But if you stick your erection into
My dry, terrified vulva
I can't guarantee that you won't orgasm.