[RALPH]
Line here, circle there
Draw an eye and then some hair
Line here, circle there

Just walk through the gates of America
I'm on assignment sketching everything I see
First time in the States for this Englishman
So the Kentucky Derby is America to me

And its face is hateful and rude
And its face is covered in food
And all of it seems kind of crude
To this Englishman

Who frequently feels a little bit very boxed in
Who frequently finds that he tries to crawl out his skin
Who's looking for ways to express all the fire
And the hate and the passion he pushes way down deep within

Well it starts to combust, all the blood and rage
He will [?] and explode into ink on the page

[RALPH & ?]
Line here, circle there
Draw an eye and then some hair
Line here, circle there
[RALPH, spoken]
No, it's all still too tiny somehow

[RALPH]
There's some expectation as an Englishman
To be reserved, respectful, totally polite
My friend, Hunter
Clearly not an Englishman

But what he brings out in me is really quite
Well really if I say so, really quite alright
And it's my natural inclination to incite

He will crash and he will smash and he will burn
Then he will say to me "now it's your turn"
But instead of destroying property
I turn to the paper in front of me

And line here, circle there
Draw an eye and then some hair
Line here, circle there

Turns into beak here, penis there
Draw some snakes instead of hair
Beak here, penis there
Protest, sow desire
Depict the monsters as they are
Always go too far

Squeeze your bloody heart
Let it drip onto your art
Squeeze your bloody heart

Violence, rock and roll
America will eat us whole
Violence, rock and roll
We must expose its filthy soul
Violence, rock and roll

With words and pictures
We can take
Control

[RALPH, spoken]
There, done