little youth hostile And you know I'm coming back I enter through a window, a trapdoor A thousand bodies have the floor Some here have nowhere left to go
(Performed as The Sell Outs) I'm not really obligated to decide for myself on what is good for me Does a mere number of years I've been aware and around
on baby let's go, We might go fast, We might go hard, But I can take it, I need to know, so come on baby go, Fever, in my eye, Starts racing back and
