Cut your wig, comb your hair I know what you want is happening again I got nails on my hands There's nothing left to do but to put em in their heads I say "what you've gone away and you've got no time?" I see what you've thrown away and this ain't no rhyme I want what you've thrown away this ain't no time To come up to the sorrow, lay yourself down We'll go running down the street We're taking off our clothes and showing em our teeth Hide the knife in your bag Sooner than you think you'll be cutting em in half I say "what you've gone away and you've got no time?" I see what you've thrown away and this ain't no rhyme I want what you've thrown away this ain't no time To come up to the sorrow, lay yourself down