(Bryn Burrows/Bill Clift) we're going to fat city we're gonna hit town we're going to fat city...fat city hard rain washed away sweet love like a bird of prey mixed emotions overgrown psychedelic to the bone it's a fact that your back's against the wall when you show your face but never get yourself caught between a rock and a hard place pump me up let me down beef and blood underground snap the whip crack the code paranoia overload you got to get yourself a card with an i.d. for the human race but never get yourself caught between a rock and a hard place break the ice on your knees poison pen spread disease rags and bones feed the bear shut your mouth i don't care
