Well Tend, tend, tend Tend to your trodden lives; While I, I, I Poke you between the eyes; I can smell, smell, smell Smell you from here; Because your pants, pants, pants Are stained with fear Well Tend, tend, tend Tend to your trodden lives; While I, I, I Poke you between the eyes; I can smell, smell, smell Smell you from here; Because your pants, pants, pants Are stained with fear