I've seen your mouth moving,
It sounds like your father,
Didn't spring from the heart,
is put the fist in and get burned
Old wives, mystic hearsay
When you beat on the earth,
when you die, you will pay
And women are a plaything
that are just made for men
To see how the prostitute re spects,
like Daddy wanted me to be
Young boys, mountain to bend
We'll start the process again
where the writing gets weak
with a cut -cut -cut -um technique
When you've got nothing to say
With words that simply aren't out of touch
which leads to their birth
Some words are better not
When you open your mouth,
The only way I learn is put
the fist in and get burned you