Lyrics:

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