(Bryn Burrows/Bill Clift)

we're going to fat city

we're gonna hit town

we're going to fat city...fat city

hard rain washed away

sweet love like a bird of prey

mixed emotions overgrown

psychedelic to the bone

it's a fact that your back's

  against the wall

when you show your face

but never get yourself caught

between a rock and a hard place

pump me up let me down

beef and blood underground

snap the whip crack the code

paranoia overload

you got to get yourself a card

  with an i.d.

for the human race

but never get yourself caught

between a rock and a hard place

break the ice on your knees

poison pen spread disease

rags and bones feed the bear

shut your mouth i don't care