there is always a winner
a loser will be crowned
but at this very moment you're a thief
your pockets pack my discipline
your hand stuck in the jar
I'd hold it but it gives you no relief
your coat hangs so impatient
on the hanger
tonight it's on

there is a price between us
a currency exchanged
and at this very moment we're for sale
you know before the payment's made
you know beyond a doubt
when you are doing people that you hate
machine is operated by a stranger 
tonight it's on

and it will break your back
on every bed that was 
supposed to comfort you
and give your body rest
and it will spike your drinks
and travel through your veins
aided by the ugly
moements that you make
tonight it's on