I have your see-eye have here is my hand As blue and cold as? ? Go for a pound Ten ground and down When the morning after coughs a crippled mile Curse the morning after, Tuesday's child Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand Engage report pending, promised land Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade One down, I say two I close? Go for a pound Ten ground and down Careful when your skin returns to dirt and gold Foreign bastards, dress the centerfold Million drool and madness, seem to start the race Tuesday's child removes her guilty face I'm not going to take this shit anymore I won't have it in my house You see, I've seen it all before Ten down and hundreds more Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime Silence and sedation undermined Fake the bastard's outcry, nail it to his chest Bone and skin descending, burns the best I'm not gonna have this anymore You see I've heard it all before I won't be beaten to the ground Ten down and then ten more