Once more to the fire

Burn your fingers on your desire

Once more to the sun

Where your poison soul will twist within



Despair turns to despise

Your reality is feed by lies

You got your money

You got your cash

Feed your honey upon your trash



You got your fist

Your fist in the fire



You got your fist

Your fist in the fire



Your something sad

Something special



Your something sad

Something special



Your treated mean

Your stayin' keen

The moneys in

Your made of tin

Each carrot finds its feding hole

Work for your body

But your bodys sold



You got your fist

Your fist in the fire



You got your fist

Your fist in the fire



Your something sad

Something special



Your something sad

Something special