They say you’re out stalking, Mister
I thought you had been tamed
I hear you’ve been talking, Mister
And slaughtering my name
You get your fix
From a brown bag of pain
The dreams you’ve been
Slaying, Mister
You ought to be ashamed
Your heart was sold, dirty gold
In a cold, wet cave of hate
Is it a crime to go, Mister
When our song ain’t the same?
The winds of time they blow, Mister
They weren’t calling your name
Your evening fell
The stars all stayed away
If your prime burned too slow, Mister
I’m not taking the blame
Your heart was sold, dirty gold
In a cold, wet cave of hate
Just you wait, Mister
You’re gonna break that
Slit in your face. Someday, Mister
You’re gonna feel as lonely as
Space. Kiss the dirt, Mister
And lick up what’s left of our grace
Oh, stay crawlin’
With the worms, Mister
You gotta know your place
Your heart was sold, dirty gold
In a cold, wet cave of hate
It must be very strange
To only play one game
It must be very strange
You ought to be ashamed
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