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The ba*tards in the yard, they circle the house and car
They'll make a check today, yet spend it on themselves
A hostage of c**aine, bump off buck knives
With skinny and rancid who*es, or a child at the p**n store
It's coming...wait for them to k** the innocent man
The kid next door, it's the finalization, we're the battered herd
It's coming...wait for them to k** the most in us
The riveting shock, for half a block
My synapsis is full of years and years and years and years
A hermaphrodite hanging in the window of cause
A borrowed theme song, a twisted tide
Throw me to the dogs today
I could care less now