| My bloated bloody blinding lies | |
| Baptize a bruised and broken mind | |
| My poison pie is in the sky | |
| Now cross my heart | |
| I hope to die | |
| Cruel knives crave cruel wives | |
| The bitter stone braves bitter eyes | |
| My feeble filthy little hands | |
| Hide my dirty little plans | |
| With your fear | |
| With your fist | |
| And a flick of your wrist | |
| Get down dirty and wrecked | |
| Broken on my bleeding lips | |
| Drown my words like sinking ships | |
| In stinking shame | |
| I wash the blame | |
| In the lonely gutter of my guilt | |
| I will endure while you enjoy | |
| The words you skewer in my head | |
| The blood that's spilt within this bed | |
| Come drink with me until | |
| I'm dead With your fear | |
| With your fist | |
| And a flick of your wrist | |
| Get down dirty and wrecked | |
| The cramping cull the weeping wall | |
| The barrel's bottom where | |
| I will fall | |
| The festering eye the poison tongue | |
| Taste the loss that | |
| I have won | |
| Take a needle and knit some trouble tonight | |
| Change the pattern but the suit's the same | |
| I'm sucking | |
| I'm greedy | |
| I'm pushing | |
| I'm needy | |
| I'm sucking | |
| I'm greedy | |
| I'm pushing | |
| I'm needy | |
| With your fear | |
| With your fist | |
| And a flick of your wrist | |
| Get down dirty and wrecked | |
| Wrecked! Wrecked! | |
| Wrecked! Wrecked! |