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.