Not a very special kind of man The balls in the bag keep rolling and rolling No room for mercy No room for fear or love Sorry, mate, it’s really appalling Use a hammer, use a drill to pay the bills Nail your colours to the must They’re putting on their caps They’re scheming the trap They are not smart, but they are fast And they eager to
Kill the killer
Evil is smart, Evil knows the tricks But good has got the bigger dick Children adore him, Children imitate him But he’s nothing but a frigging freak
Mucho, mojo Mucho, mojo Who’s one is bigger? We can measure who’s one is bigger