Years spent in a hurricane
Larger than the Great Plains
Begging for the bloodstains
It's brutal
Bitchin' bout mankind
No ones in their right mind
Finish lines that fell behind
It's feudal
Kiss me in the boxing ring
Everybody do your thing
Do it for the stoned king
It makes them sick
Shake it down
Beam me up with sunlight
Slowdance in a streetfight
I've got you in my gunsight
I know you
Cyanide is pleasing
Open wide I'm teasing
Loving you is easy
I love you
Hold me in this cotton crypt
Read the words off lip my lips
Everybody move your hips
Shake it down