[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Make his fight, through the shite, in the early day
It's like a krill is inside!
Shouts and grunts, on he runs, through the endless pain
On he fights, as he plights, to make it the toilet's way
Take a pill, to not kill, every toilet bowl
Rectal wounds test his might <-- BRO. MAYBE CHANGE THIS
Five alive, had sulphites, now there's raging glow
Gone insane, from the pain, that he surely knows.
[Chorus]
For whom toilet bowls
Poop marches on (on, on, on)
For whom toilet bowls
[Instrumental Break]
[Verse]
Take a look to the sky just before you shite
It's the last time he will
Black menure, number two, fills the crumbling sky
Holding on, with his soul, with a rutheless cry
Stranger now, are his nostrils, to this smell he made
Now the blasts are so loud!
Crack of dawn, all is gone, he's out of TP
Now they smell the brown swell, now it's hard to breathe
[Chorus]
For whom toilet bowls
Poop marches on (on, on, on)
For whom toilet bowls
[Instrumental Outro]