Milk stain on your collar
Call yourself punk, punk
And Robeson sang to general strikers
Wagner and Mayakovsy didn't need those amplifiers
Hmm... those boys cooked without electricity
Know what I mean Mr. Practicality?
Mr. Stoppage? Mr. Insertongueupthebossesrear
You said a mouthful of fear and you made a sound like a mouthful of pride.
You said a headful of fear a brain reminiscent of that milk stain mentioned earlier
Can you get me a voice like Vincent Price in a barrel of molasses
Thanks, wrap, that up, I'll eat it later
Like a blind main cans an ice cream.
Like a deaf man who fates loudly in a crowded bar
Got it all over his face like a child
Shameless Didn't know any better
Like I was faithfully yours a black heart beating out the dark