Verse1:
Whatta ya mean
You wouldn’t lend me your hands
Sitting there on your hand grenade.
Whatta ya mean
You wouldn’t lend me some cash
They just dusted your village/
Amputate
With your fists
And mouth
With your hips
Verse2:
Whatta ya mean
You couldn’t take the chance
Sitting in your souped up tank.
Whatta ya mean
You wouldn’t lend me the cash
You just pounded the pity
With pounds of the pity.
I would have turned it around/
Bridge:
Take your one way ticket to hell
But the river is dry so you
better take to the sky
It’s not a holiday
When you’re crashing down
Screaming out of the sky/
Amputate
With your lips
And your mouth
With your fists
