Big Black Rip
That man's shirt is worth more than your life And I'd rather kill him than insult you He hasn't the sense to know we're fighting He hasn't the fear to run We have to rip this up It doesn't look quite right People like that, too dirty to save Better watch out, friend He's gonna get torn When I poke my fingers in it I tear him apart Cover your ears They make a lot of noise We have to rip this up It doesn't look quite right
