Care Not For The Men Who Wonder
Straw That Broke Your Back, You're Under
Cast All Them Aside Who Care

Empty Eyes And Dead End Stare

Don't You Know That None Are Blind

To The Lie, And You Think I Don't Find
What You Hide?


What In God's Name Have You Done?
Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun


For The Horse You've Grown Much Fonder
Than For Me, That I Don't Ponder
As The Hair Of One Who Bit You

Smiling Bite Your Own Self, Too

And I Think That You're Not Blind

To The Ones You Left Behind
I'll Be Here


So Be Yearning All Your Life
Twisting, Turning Like A Knife


Now You Know The Reasons Why
Can't Get High Or You Will Die
Or You'll Die


So Your Sickness Weighs A Ton
And God's Name Is Smack For Some