Care Not For The Men Who Wonder
  Straw That Broke Your Back, You're Under
  Cast All Them Aside Who Care
  Empty Eyes And Dead End Stare
    Don't You Know That None Are Blind
  To The Lie, And You Think I Don't Find
  What You Hide?
    What In God's Name Have You Done?
  Stick Your Arm For Some Real Fun
    For The Horse You've Grown Much Fonder
  Than For Me, That I Don't Ponder
  As The Hair Of One Who Bit You
  Smiling Bite Your Own Self, Too
    And I Think That You're Not Blind
  To The Ones You Left Behind
  I'll Be Here
    So Be Yearning All Your Life
  Twisting, Turning Like A Knife
    Now You Know The Reasons Why
  Can't Get High Or You Will Die
  Or You'll Die
    So Your Sickness Weighs A Ton
  And God's Name Is Smack For Some