Well all the junkies they know my name

And every city looks the fuckin' same

And the derilects who rule the street are all insane

And the scum surges up and there's no one to fuckin' blame



Game over, it's no fun

Got me on the run

I'm gonna go get my gun

Blam, blam, blam you're done



All the prostitutes who run around midnight

And the junkies and hypes are all trying to get tight

They're all trying to find some fuckin' hope for sale

But there's no fuckin' way out of this hell



Alleigence to scum promising nothing to a world that's lost, strife and conflict

Encounters with the devil incarnate, destruction and annihilation in the city

Aquaducts of blood, alleyways extort and uproot the forgotten dead

Polluted and incapasatated crippled masses, POLLUTED AND INCAPASATATED MASSES!



You're fuckin' done!