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 k**ing is free Spent four long years My heart displaced Fish nets & recess A foreign face Your wreck and reign Will dig my grave Your pretty face Will dig my