You can't dig what you don't understand, boy
Sometimes it's the only way
Well, the misery's so f**ing exciting
Well, the fashion of it all's the f**ing rage
These are hammers on strings making notes, babe
With blood and the frog in my throat
These are binders covered in bad poetry
Now knowing what it's really all about
Oh where, oh where, oh where...
Did you get that stupid sh**-eating grin that you wear?
And what, or who got you through the door?
You're a piece of meat on the k**ing floor
These are closed and velvet ropes
And a curtain-sipping cokes
To be certain, it's so slow
That it's hurting, don't you know?
Take your chances in the k**ing fields
With all the snakes and dogs
And dance 'til you bleed and bone touches steel
And all your hope is gone