Well I got my head in my hands again

I got my heart in my fist again

I do my soul through the twist again

Head in my hands, heart in fist, soul doing the twist

And we'll be seeing you often again

Out on the streets you'll be killing again

You'll have a kid in a coffin again

I can't make up my mind

I couldn't do it cause I don't ?? ??



You can't make up your mind

You couldn't do it cause you don't have one



Don't ask me for a dime, you're poor

And we can't hurt you, we can't hurt you no more

So you come on down, kick around, leave em' in the gutter to bleed

Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again

?? (don't know this line)



Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways

So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again

Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again



I got my head in my hands again

I got my heart in my fist again

I do my soul through the twist again

And we'll be seeing you often again



I can't make up my mind

I couldn't do it cause I don't ??



You can't make up your mind

You couldn't do it cause you don't have one



Don't ask me for a dime, you're poor

And we can't hurt you, we can't hurt you no more

So you come on down, kick around, leave em' in the gutter to bleed

Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again

?? (don't know this line)



Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways

So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again

Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get em' dirty again -aca