Wake in the morning, the hold of the anchor
The walk of the cunning, the hole in the ship
It's easy to be firemen in a house made of brick
So spit the puss from your mouth, you bastard
You ruin my dress when you talk
Given a sentence, laid on a plate
Shake hands and eat the shit
The acquitted were hard wrung through a dripping cloth
Given a sentence, laid on a plate
Shake hands and eat the shit
The acquitted were hard wrung through a dripping cloth
Laugh like an empty can with a string
Seven times you warp your craven tongue around a torch
It's easy to be firemen in a house made of brick
So spit the puss from your mouth, you bastard
You ruin my dress when you talk
Given a sentence, laid on a plate
Shake hands and eat the shit
The acquitted, were hard wrung through a dripping cloth
Given a sentence, laid on a plate
Shake hands and eat the shit
The acquitted were hard wrung through a dripping cloth
Swine, they wallow, they scuttle, there a paradise of muck
Hens, they cackle, they love to talk, they love their suffering
Given a sentence, laid on a plate
Shake hands and eat the shit
The acquitted were hard wrung through a dripping cloth
