Once more to the fire
Burn your fingers on your desire
Once more to the skin

Where your poison soul will twist within

Despair turns to despise

Your reality is fed by lies
You got your money
You got your cash

Feed your honey upon your trash

You got your fist

Your fist in the fire
You got your fist
Your fist in the fire


You're something sad
Something special

Your something said
Something special


Your treated mean
Your staying keen
The moneys in

You're made of tin
Each carrot finds its feeding hole
You work for your body

But your body's sold

You got your fist

Your fist in the fire
You got your fist
Your fist in the fire


You're something sad
Something special

You're something sad
Something special