No calm, no hesitation
No alarms, no self-preservation
Just nerves and ashtrays and on and on

No sleep without assistance
Gotta bash the brain into submission, yeah
Just close the windows and lock the doors
You'll never take me alive but you can try it
I swear there's safety I find laying with lions
My brain is sharpening knives on my silence

And everybody swears they got a right to know huh?
I'm pounding nails in the oak with some old slag
Shoulda known better than to think they would hold back
I boarded up the windows with fence post slats

I'm wearing my bare feet drinking the Jim Beam from a plastic cup
Of course there's some poison underneath the sink, there's more than enough

MMMMMHMMMMM - Four Fists