Waiting for someone to turn on the light
People demanding a blood money fight
Ingredients cooked for the mass destruction
Switch it off, switch it off
So you got a royal yacht
I think it’s called Bellyache
Sucking on your sick cigar
So you got a royal Yacht
I think it’s called Bellyache
Do you have Bellyache?
Go and get off this rodeo ride
What’s more important than popular intelligence?
Artificial left rotten in the sun
Totally wired now to write someone off?
Run
Run
So you got a royal yacht
I think it’s called Bellyache
Sucking on your sick cigar / It’s funny how you forget things
So you got a royal Yacht
I think it’s called Bellyache
Do you have Bellyache?
What you make is what you got
Sitting on their royal yachts
What you make is what you got
Sitting on their royal yachts