Sick and tired of the major leagues
You'd better watch your mouth
I'll do what I please
With them sordid eyes
The mystery lies in me

The real mothers
In the meat locker
The damn youth

Eye for eye and your lazy speech
With your naked lunch
While the preachers preach
Scum for dinner
The cost of killing is free

Spent four long years
My heart displaced
Fish nets and recess
A foreign face
Your wreck and reign
Will dig my grave
Your pretty face
Will dig my