Lyrics:

Pack what I lack I don't ever get paid
I got a pentagram ring and I'm loving it
I ground (x5)
Keep your hands around the coils
Keep your hands around the coils You could lead you kids to Rome
We're leaving home
We're leaving home for good
You could lead you kids to Rome
You could lead you kids to Rome
You can say "We're serving up another dose"
When they're picking up your clothes
Soon you'll all be Closed!
Never leave your knife alone
Oh, oh, oh, oh, knife