I told the nighttime to wait A few more hours a day I hold arms too strong Arms hold arms too strong I told the nightmare to wait I told myself to behave Juggle oil and loyalty With frail hands of clay I told them to shut their mouths But they wont miss the chance to feed Violence stops them moving their chops Spit half chewed eulogies for cops I'm in a cleft stick I'm in too thick I'm up creek shit I'm in a cleft stick