Finish up mama, you vicious carnivore
It's all been taken care of, the settlement, the score
They've had it up to here with us, we're out of this canteen
I always beg to differ when I don't know what they mean

Though [?], I stare in cacophony
Been here for a quarter a century
Soft becomes hot money
Sent out for a colored stoney and I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead

The house, [?]
In madness and in lost [?]
Blown out, like I need it
Grasping for the balm of [?]

Growin' out of my head are pulsating cockscombs
[?] makes the background pale, it's too [?] the home
Quiver in the cradle, borrow if it's too less
Keep it goin' to [?] a cardiac arrest

Though [?], I stare in cacophony
Been here for a quarter a century
Soft becomes hot money
Sent out for a colored stoney and I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead
The house, [?]
In madness and in lost [?]
Blown out, like I need it
Grasping for the balm of Gilead