Your vile, sordid howl
Exudes a demagogic stool
And your little bit of dropper down
It lows and reaches up all real loud
And I pray, and I pray
And slowly rise upon my knees
And praise the little bit of dropper down
That hardens in me

I'm wishin' I could feel it, but I know
I know it's bigger
'Cause I know even though my pride's grown
I could fall
Take it through the eyes like men
You're scared of what could come
'Cause I know my only pain comes through the eyes
Through the eyes

Wishing that I could feel it but I know
You can take yours
'Cause I know it's a runaround like a chump
[Gibberish]