He without sin, leave home Licking my lips, running stoned Wherever you spit, cops will run Endless streets, we run
With a good criminal heart Hinting at things best left unknown The spine of the world is rusting But rusting to gold
He without sin, leave home Licking my lips, running stoned Wherever you spit, cops will run Endless streets, we run
Things are ready to explode Meanness breeds anger Exaltation in self-defense What sounds like bad press
Is praise to my ears, censorship of vulgarity? Don't take it so god-damned seriously. Who cares anyhow, can't you tell? Just where this grin comes from?
He without sin, leave home Licking my lips, running stoned Wherever you spit, cops, we run Endless streets, we run
Are you without sin? Leave home What lips, cheekbones Wherever you piss, cops will run Endless streets, we run