4) Under Thumb
Guitar performed by Howard Ott.
Chorus vocals performed by Whitetail and Cyril.

C:
No way to deny your stranglehold
You grip and you claw until you grow cold
You're nothing more than rotten scum
Everything dies under your thumb

V1:
You struggle and struggle to keep control of your hold
As your mettle is muddled to seek your rolls of gold
Between molded cold, your soul is enrolled
Until finally you find yourself in a broken home

And yet you act surprised when your web of lies
Conspires and rewires into a net of dead flies
Your collection of prizes tripled in size
Cuttin' off your ties, runnin' low on allies

But unbeknownst to you, you're brewin' a rancid stew
And caught under the wheels is a different kind of dude
He is never impressed with the shit you're willin' to spew
And thus you're hammerin' down on him until your fuckin' fingers prune

You gonna be puttin your fist up in the air, expectin' to hear applause
Listenin' to them groans from your lair, grinnin' n' gnashin' your jaws
But you're forgettin' about the aware, the ones who avoided your paws
Offerin' up a prayer, beware, you're committin' a faux pas

C:
No way to deny your stranglehold
You grip and you claw until you grow cold
You're nothing more than rotten scum
Everything dies under your thumb

V2:
Suckin' up all you can, suckin' up all you can fuckin' suck n'
Fuckin' up all you can fuckin' fuckin' up all you can fuckin' fuck up
Duckin' in, tuckin' in when your sucky luck is fuckin' lucked out
Tuckin' in, struck up a sucky stuck up way to fuckin' duck out

Clutching reins you think that you have wrapped around your middle finger
Touchin' the brain, but in reality your fingers wrapped around your dick are
Much in the vein of how much control your influence has really lingered
The crutch and the bane of your made up fog machine is slowly gettin' bigger

The muscles in your arms are pressin' down with all their vigor
The iron clad mother fucker under your thumb is startin' to snigger
When most of your prey start to chitter you prepare your dinner
But in the face of your better you know that you won't see ever him flicker

Your reign of pseudo terror is at its end but you don't see the signs
To late to see your error as he breaks your thumb and his confines
Starin' at your pall-bearer, too thick to read between the lines
Death is growin' nearer as he puts you under for all time

C:
No way to deny your stranglehold
You grip and you claw until you grow cold
You're nothing more than rotten scum
Everything dies under your thumb

Incoherent Yelling:
Everything dies
Everything dies
Everything dies
Under your thumb