Well all the junkies they know my name
And every city looks the fuckin' same
And the derilects who rule the street are all insane
And the scum surges up and there's no one to fuckin' blame
Game over, it's no fun
Got me on the run
I'm gonna go get my gun
Blam, blam, blam you're done
All the prostitutes who run around midnight
And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight
They're all trying to find some fuckin' hope for sale
But there's no fuckin' way out of this hell
Alleigence to scum promising nothing to a world that's lost, strife and conflict
Encounters with the devil incarnate, destruction and annihilation in the city
Aquaducts of blood, alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead
Polluted and incapasatated crippled masses, POLLUTED AND INCAPASATATED MASSES!
You're fuckin' done!
