Lyrics:
Care not for the men who wonderStraw that broke your back, you're underCast all them aside who careEmpty eyes and dead end stareDon't you know that none are blindTo the lie, and you think I don't find what you hide?What in God's name have you done?Stick your arm for some real funFor the horse you've grown much fonderThan for me, that I don't ponderAs the hair of one who bit youSmiling bite your own self, tooAnd I think that you're not blindTo the ones you left behindI'll be hereWhat in God's name have you done?Stick your arm for some real funSo be yearning all your lifeTwisting, turning like a knifeNow you know the reasons whyCan't get high, or you will dieOr you'll dieWhat in God's name have you done?Stick your arm for some real funSo your sickness weighs a tonAnd God's name is smack for some