Pull together the violence
Make a run for the door
There's a hole going right through his head
Sometimes hard to ignore
That man has a thousand faces
The devil cut you down
It's a white hot knife through your back
A fever, pound for...
Here's an old man breaking his back
Staring straight at the sun
Getting harder to think for himself
and a? in one
That man has a thousand faces
The devil cut you down
It's a white hot knife through your back
A fever, pound for...
Go down where you go,
or follow me home.
Take the time to meet my tribe.
You will not tire.