Lyrics:

Im A Creature Of The Street
and I Rip Off All The Money
i Was Kicked In The Teeth
shoved Face First Through A Window
i Got A Gangland Name
and A Teardrop Tattooed Eye
they Call Me Little Caesar In The Brotherhood
of Crime
i Know About The Pain
dyin In An Alley With An
air-Conditioned Brain
i Know, Its For Real
flatlined In An Ambulance
without A Pulse To Feel

chorus
hey Blood Brother, Youre One Of Our Own
youre As Sharp As A Razor
and As Hard As A Stone
hey Blood Brother, Youre Bad To The Bone
youre A Natural Killer
in A Bad Place Alone

they Call Me Smoky Joe
and Im As Thin As A Coroners Needle
i Got A Pocket Full Of Rocks
man, I Shake Like A Cold Chihuahua
i Got A Runny Nose
and A Road Map On My Arm
i Blew My Gig Pokin The Gallery
with Someone Elses Rig
i Know, I Understand
i Watch My Body Hauled Off
by The Local Garbage Man

chorus

were Cool, Were Cold
were Stiff, Were Tagged
were Slabbed, Were Croaked
were Whacked, Were Cracked
were Smoked And Cured And
slammed And Slurred And
sliced And Diced And Put On Ice
cooked And Stewed And Badly Brewed
and Splattered Once Or Twice