At night in the minefield, tuggin' my uniform Loose chaps and keeping tabs where I'm lying on Where you suppose the interest came In whose to receive here and whose to blame Huh? I don't get it .. C'mon Shotgun those shells and get those slippery s**ers down ASIO and the carrion crow could sure use you around With your microphone hidden in my drawers Why don't you just beat me off with those claws Hit it I trust you just as far as low fat groceries Wouldn't you like to know whose tugging at my jeans I'll stick this friggin' neck right down your cake-hole Just as soon as let you mess with the love I know It's thuggery It's thuggery It's thuggery It's your time to shout get over it Let the blood rush to my head Come on little man What don't you get