(Sebastian Bach/Rachel Bolan/Scotti Hill)



We stand accused but you lie

Varicose-veined finger

Prejudiced evil mind

The young t stronge'g

FKe living fast

But you're a sapsucker

You ain't gonna last



Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babies

Taught from birth it's crime that pays

One man's fortune is another man's pain

But that's how you play the game



CHORUS

I ain't the child of your disgraace

You're mudkickin' into my face

I've healed the wounds, been crucified

Mudckicker kick

Ha! Here's mud in your eye



Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury

All rise, 'cause here comes the boss

he's your big brother the silver tongued doublecross

His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight

It holds the power to your demise



The corporation blue sedan

Behind the wheel Mr. Business-Man

He thinks he's got the upper hand

But he misunderstands



CHORUS



Your prestige is clear as day

But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same

The young get stronger, free living fast

But your a sapsucker you ain't gonna last



CHORUS



Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kickin' me all around

Mudcicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kickin' me all around

Mudkicker kick, kickin' me down

Mudkicker kick-I don'T fuck around, no

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