| See me comin to town with my soul | |
| Straight down out of the world with my fingers | |
| Holding onto the devil I know | |
| All my troubles'll hang on your trigger | |
| Take your eyes and your mind from the road | |
| Shoot your mouth if you know where you're aiming | |
| Don't forget to pick up what you sow | |
| Talking trash to the garbage around you | |
| Na na na na na na na na (x4) | |
| See me kickin the door with my boots | |
| Broke down out in a ditch of old rubbish | |
| Snakes and bones in the back of your room | |
| Handing out a confection of venom | |
| Heaven's drunk from the poison you use | |
| Charm the wolves with the eyes of a gambler | |
| Now I see it's a comfort to you | |
| Hammer my bones on the anvil of daylight | |
| Na na na na na na na na (x4) | |
| I won't give up that ghost | |
| It's sick the way these tongues are twisted | |
| The good in us is all we know | |
| There's too much left to taste that's bitter | |
| Na na na na na na na na (x4) |