A fall from grace A fall from high Those fingers sullied every pie They all just wish for him to die You dirty f#ckin' bas#ard He's now contrite He now knows right Be sympathetic to his burnt out plight His star formation fades to night You dirty f#ckin' bas#ard Besmirched his present Besmirched his past Smirched be now till his day last That filthy rotten cineaste You dirty f#ckin' bas#ard Pray for heaven Pray for hell Just lock him up in a f#ckin' cell Till walls resound with his death knell You dirty f#ckin' bas#ard!