| Strengthless with the arms of a woman | |
| I'm scared in a country that's measured by men | |
| And the listing and the pulling of girls | |
| Makes a clean scrape of ego and arrogant dead | |
| Hide me down me to tiny living slip sister's new doll house | |
| And raise up a home you'll miss me that's certain | |
| My devil's at the curtain | |
| Bless me take me churching to river as head cuts the water | |
| I'm small God shrieks, like a femme when he spots me | |
| I'm crazy black beetle ignoring them all | |
| Got away with the crown of God | |
| I'll set up scenes of bodies bent for me | |
| And if it's not true then I'll pray to you | |
| I'll start the praying see wait and see | |
| More and more it's a sexy war I'm a man I'm a weakfish and pure unrest | |
| Urgent news rings from Europe the gloating winners | |
| Soured of a crease through his face folds him | |
| Rabbit bag handsome | |
| Things I want I'll do I know I'm small | |
| I get away with the big ones |