well Warneys poppin' pingaz like the state of the nation
is relying on him guzzling these pills
and I have got Ray Hadley on my radio station,
he's greasin' up with Vaseline, and soundin' like he's ill
he says a Sudanese crime gang has stolen Pharlap's heart,
how they're ridin' how they're ridin' how they're ridin' for the hills,
singin...

we've come to rape, we've come to steal, we've come to kill.
we've come to rape, we've come to steal, we've come to kill.

well Warneys racking K like it's nobodies business,
but he's bowlin' backyard legspins like it's 2002
and I am feelin' nauseous cos I didn't take my Vyvanse,
so I'm thinking bout the Tampa, and I'm thinking of you
do you think when Howard dies, he'll just be canonised?
I ask this of my chemist as he hands me my refills,
he says...

we've come to rape, we've come to steal, we've come to kill.
we've come to rape, we've come to steal, we've come to kill.

well Warneys got the pill sweats on my mother's bathroom floor,
and I'm texting Ricky Ponting, and calling up Mark Waugh
he says: "mind where you find answers," and Warnie's shit his pants,
"but the Sara-Marie dancers, weren't popular by chance,
do you remember Angry Anderson, at the 95 grand final,
when he racked up for the nation in the bat mobile,
he was singin!

we've come to rape, we've come to steal, we've come to kill.
we've come to rape, we've come to steal, we've come to kill.
we've come to rape, we've come to steal, we've come to kill.