This is the year of manly livin'. This is way to shake it to the modern beat. This is a statement meant for givin'. This is the real meat. No places for the tightass talkers.
Well you can live your life on a common ground. Or you can strut your stuff to the idiot sound. Waitin for a chance now, wantin to get down. . Lacin up the shoes for a new vendetta.
Got hugging little pants and a flashy do. Black boots and a champ belt too. Head man and hes frolicking with the fans. . Wrong look, he will jump in the air.
It's just a jet man rammin' it right home. Gonna ride this motherfucker till I'm gone. I got a mission and I call it speed. Mach 87 baby that's what I need.
Well I will get in the cage. And I will meet the rage. 'Cos I ain't got no choice now. I gotta turn the page. . And when I hear the roar. You know I'm gonna soar.
Nightfall and his axe is gettin dull. Wanna burn a candle wanna burn it in a scull. Writin' letters to a friend. Stains of make-up smeared out on the hand-made smokies end.
I've got a war baby. so whatcha gonna do. I got a war baby. I got a war with you. . I get sick baby. And I get it from you. I wanna kick baby. I guess that we are thru.
Trippin' on the heart of the bad machine. Rippin' thru the shreds of a lame-o scene. Layin' out the rules whatcha gonna do. two zero zero zero baby comin' for you.
I'm down and out now. sittin' in a stupid chair. seems that I've been swappin' crap for years. . Just a little noddy. chewin' on my bread. Little scmoozy-woozy want you dead.
Another blow out night and I think I'm gonna hit the decks. I'm crashin' thru the streets now feelin' like rejected checks. I'm bailin' outta this one like a million times before.
I'm packin' and I'm bad and I'm a rock machine. Joke crackin' and you're had - know what I mean. . I got loose and I'm gettin' it. Gotta schmooze without wettin' it.
I got a phone call. And I am back on the street. Im throwing curses. At the people I meet. . I got a black heart. Working deep on the inside of me. 'Coz Im back on the street.
You got a little curl. A five cent in a two dollar world. He was born restricted, he was born to ooze. . Sittin' in a seat. Cheap grin and the smelly feet.
Im on the night shift I got a hate gift. I wanna settle this thing. Im on a dark and shitty mission. Gonna deliver that sting. . When I punch the clock.
A deadend beat I think I've heard it before. I've been living on a shit street now I can't take it no more. It's out there gotta bang it right into my sight.
Rack'em up for a straight ruler and take the curse. I've never felt too good but tonight I think I'm feelin' worse. Gotta get some power lotion and go lubin' up them joints.
Got it messy baby I'm runnin I'm runnin. So fasty baby I'm gunnin I'm gunnin. Godamn nasty and I'm iced now know what i mean. . It was a cleanie baby now I'm stressy I'm stressy.
Hes in a dirty line. (He wanna do it). Doing record time. (Come on and do it). . Hes among the swine. (Getting through it). Doing record time. (Come on and do it).
I'm headed - I got a bosscap on. I'm leaded - like Satan's son. . Just a negative dimension with a nasty horror twist. You're a sinker with a bullet baby on the bottom of my list.