You are a skeleton of a man With long spider legs and carpenter's hands You stand, abandoned ship, you can't, a quiet drip From your rusted faucet sings A hollow sink in your life rings As you weep... Momma, put me to sleep And that's when you know, how good this gets A waking night here, a nightmare at best Your number tossed in, in with the rest of them Your totem skin, painted in tradition In winter's room, in your body's condition He said "save me," and was raped by pigs Each blow, spewing wisdom for all to see Teach the world... "Cop," make him pay! The kitchen bills, the height of hills The fog through pills, unwilling shrill Kill. Killer. Killed Kill. Killer. Killed