Once more to the fire

Burn your fingers on your desire

Once more to the skin

Where your poison soul will twist within



Despair turns to despise

Your reality is fed by lies

You got your money

You got your cash

Feed your honey upon your trash



You got your fist

Your fist in the fire

You got your fist

Your fist in the fire



You're something sad

Something special

Your something said

Something special



Your treated mean

Your staying keen

The moneys in

You're made of tin

Each carrot finds its feeding hole

You work for your body

But your body's sold



You got your fist

Your fist in the fire

You got your fist

Your fist in the fire



You're something sad

Something special

You're something sad

Something special