Short-sleeved, shit-kickin' animals
Lining me up
It's all over their face
Here's a new chicken-shit angel-eyed boy with a face to rip open all nite
Step up to the line boys
Cover your eyes
As they fire their guns
The firday nite abbatoir spills out into the streets
Here comes the Panzer Attack
This boy's taking the easy way out
Cos there's nothing like a midnite run
Don't you tell me not to gide
You've got to grit you teeth
And try to keep 'em too
Curled up in a can
They don't know where I am
I'll spend the nite in here
Covered in the trash 'til 4 am
You missed another one
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