short sleeved shitkicking animals
lining me up
it's all over their face
here's a new chicken shit angel eyed boy
with a face to rip open all night
step up to the line boys
cover your eyes as they fire their guns
the friday night abattoir spills out into...
the streets
here comes the panzer attack
this boy's taking the easy way out
cos there's nothing like a midnight run
don't you tell me not to hide
you've got to grit your teeth
and try to keep them too
curled up in a can
they don't know where i am
i'll spend the night in here
cowered in the trash till 4 am
you missed another one