Get so tense There's no room I can't breathe I can't move Bensonhurst hair Pinstripe suits Walkmans from hell Big tennis shoes You're reading the journal Hideous and smug Licking at the coffee From the slit in your cup You're elbow's in my neck You horrid disease 'Las cucarachas entran pero no puedan salir' Get so sick One more stop Boxed in flesh One more stop I can't move The train doors crack The insects spew Caesarian birth From a festering womb Then we all flock out together, feeling perky, headed towards the... Slaughterhouse