There's a panic sweeping, and whether right or wrong It's high time we stopped believing And got our own gang going on So if you live in the city, be sure to find yourself some loving I'm told it's what they come here for For little peace of mind, a little fucking And that's what you'll get: A kick in the teeth and a bullet in the head Will see you off to bed just fine So if you're living the good life, just thank your lucky stars That you're not one of the millions who ain't So take a look at what you became: You poisoned yourself, a cry for help And you may never see things clear again Until you've stared into the eyes of the devil himself