Yes I thought you deserved a love song, boy
some words to keep you warm
I love it when you stare at my face, boy

but you can't keep it up
right, $#&@er?
and I am demanding satisfaction

so chose the weapon, chose the place

to first blood, come back for more


oh, the elegance you display
trying so hard to suck your own dick, baby

yes we love your kind around here
love it with a wooden stick


to first blood, come back for more
now that your face is smashed and pretty
you're always welcome in this city.