An M-16
With sniper scope
The sight aimed for their hearts
Westlife should die
Their world is getting darker
Then I wake up
Look at the sky
Go back to sleep and sigh
If dreams came true
Then I'd feel so much better
Oh yeah

So please, O God
I'm holding on forever
Reaching for a gun that seems so far

Chorus:
So I say a little prayer
And hope they get caught in a snare
or they break their necks
or get thrown in a cell
Ha ha
gain some cysts or lose their voice
Anything to stop their shows
when they disband and die
Make room for them in hell
They suck

My ears are plugged
My mind is numb
I'm sick of all their songs
But I can't stop to keep myself from screaming
Oh no
I wonder how
I wonder why
Coz they are popular
they're not orig
A cheap copy of Boyzone
Oh yeah

Why can't they stop?
I can't take it much longer
Shutting up their mouths seems not enough

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To sew up all their mouths
to rip out all their lungs
All ways to shut them up
That's all I'm thinking of

words cannot express how much they suck

::Repeat Chorus::