Get off you cool with some rhythm in your soul
She dies in vain but I haven't seen her trying
I met a girl who was crooked as a the sand
She had no brain but she had a tomahawk
We like the way you walk
Like the way you walk
Like it how you sing
And like the way you drag
Like the way you don't speak
Like the way you move
We like your fucking blisters
Like the way you groove
You speak up with a broken jaw
You set fire and run for nothing
You stand up with broken bones
Set fire and run for nothing
Fight yourself
Kill yourself
Loose yourself.