your vile sordid howl exudes a demagogic stool and your little bit of dropper down it lows and reaches up all real loud and i pray and i pray and slowly rise upon my knees and praise the little bit of dropper down that hardens in me i m wishin i could feel it but i know i know it s bigger cause i know even though my pride s grown i could fall take it through the eyes like men you re scared of what could come cause i know my only pain comes through the eyes through the eyes wishing that i could feel it but i know you can take yours cause i know it s a runaround like a chump 