The bastards in the yard

They circle the house and car

They'll make a check today

Yet spend it on themselves

A hostage of cocaine

Bumps off buck knives

With skinny and rancid whores

Or a child at the porn store

It's coming

Wait for them to kill

the innocent man

The kid next door

It's a finalization

We're the battered herd

It's coming

Wait for them to kill

the most in us

The riveting shock

For half a block

My synopsis is full 

of years and years

and years and years

A hermaphrodite hanging 

in the window of cause

A borrowed theme song

A twisted tide

Throw me to the dogs today

I could care less now