Wakin' up & wakin' up & gotta gotta go
I don't give a shit man, don't know what to know
I am gonna cut you up and take it all around
Drive an axe with Bateman and don't make another sound

P-p-p-p-p-p-put my head in the ground

I am seeing red but I don't know what I see
Another creep, he thinks he's cool, he wanna be like me
I'm gonna lock his bones in a cellar far away
Cooking tongue and burning lips, he don't know what to say

Lecter gives a call and he asks me if I know
How to eat some guts on a television show
I don't want to see another man at the corner of the street with a spoon full of brains and cash

Now I want to eat the liver
Making everyone I know
That when I look into the mirror
Another man has lost it all

I don't want to see another man inside of me
Frying all the meat of a second century