My name is Sean-Claude
And I love schadenfreude
I've got schadenfreude stuck in my teeth

There's no scarcity of epicaricacy
I want more schadenfreude, thank you please
I'm so filled with hate, I can barely contain all my joy when a dickhead is thwarted

Junk food for the soul is still food if you're hungry
And everything is so god damn distorted
Oh, I want to bottle this feeling
I want to take a bump of it
It's a beautiful American emotion!

My eyes start to bleed, glued to my schadenfeed
It's a wonder why I haven't gottеn cancer yet
What with wave aftеr wave of the hatred-filled haze
I inhale night and day on the Internet

Oh, I wish that I could eat it
I wish it healed diseases
I wish that it made anything better than this

And I'm no Rod and Todd
But I do go to God
Goddamn God in and outside of me
And my God believes in science
And my God believes in karma
With a keen sense of irony
It's not hard to explain how you'd laugh at the pain of a person whom you hope is dying
When you can fill 100 Walmarts with the bodies of the people who died on account of his lying

Please deliver you
Please deliver me
Please deliver all of the people from this

Oh, please deliver you
Please deliver me
Please deliver all of the people from this