Cold Callers - Scary Bitches

Who’s that knocking upon my door?

A witness of God with his sworn and his whore

I told them I’m a with, I said I’m gay

But that bastards still won’t go away

There’s no use starting a big discussion

There’s a twisted answer for every question

Jesus loves me and wishes me well

But if I don’t want him I’ll burn in hell

They call you on the phone

They knock at your door

Approach you with their clipboard

When you’re shopping in the store

Cold caller person, why can’t you see?

Whatever you’re selling is no use to me

They call you when you’re eating

Or when you in the bath

Or when you’re making love

That really makes me laugh

Why do they find it so amazing?

I don’t want double fucking blazing

Tell them to piss off, don’t feel mean

If you don’t want your windows clean

Who’s that now?

An insurance man calling

Slam the door, shout something appalling

Find out their adresses and their telephone numbers

Post them on the web and get?

asunder

Phone them all night and all that shit

Annoy them in the streets, see how they like it

What’s this spam in my mailbox?

Selling viagra and cures for the pox

«Enlarge your penis», what kind of that crap

Sends a woman a message like that?

We’ll start a website, track them down

Run the bastards out of town

Phone them up, swear and cuss

Do to them what they do to us!