Lyrics:

pack what I lack I don't ever get paid
a pentagram ring and I'm pointing it
to ground, to ground, to ground, to ground, to ground
keep your hands around the coils
keep your hands around the coils
you can leave your kids to Rome
we're leaving home, we're leaving home for good
alone, alone, alone, alone
you can leave your kids to Rome
you can leave your kids to Rome
you can send 'we're serving up another dose
when they're picking all your clothes
soon, you will all be closed!
never leave your knife alone!'
alone, alone, alone, alone, knife