My back is against a brick wall 

I got a Mack truck two inches from MY FACE!! 

Well run free baby, run now 

It just looks hard, but it would be, SOOO easy 

Just turn around and go! 

Clip all the wires, hook-ups and hangups 

and then you're HOME FREE 

You can give birth, torrents you so easily 

you'll believe it's always been there 

While the natural order made-to-order 

by your forever clever MIND 

CONSTANTLY protecting you against things 

you no longer need to be protected FROM! 

AND I, BELIEVE! 

I believe like a holy roller 

Singing sweaty preaching Go Tell It On The Mountain 

While speaking in twenty different tongues and diving 

in ten thousand feet of baptismal water 

without a life preserver 

I believe like my bullet-ridden brother 

out there somewhere RIGHT NOW 

Gurgling blood through his LAST BREATH 

Spitting out a red bright prayer 

So new, so sweet, so baby fresh 

So full of truth he thinks he can save his life! 



God does not exist in desperation 

And Hope is lying dead, somewhere in the sewer 

down the street around the corner in the alley 

underneath the feet of somebody 

ITCHING SCRATCHING TREMBLING 

CHOSEN for that next heat and suckin somebody's dick! 



Got two minutes y'all 

I got TWO MOTHERFUCKIN MINUTES 

before I run free or die, y'all! 

Two minutes... 

before I, smash my face into the grill of a Mack truck 

Before I get, ten thousand bricks shoved up my ass 

Before I, RUN, FREE, OR, DIE