Milk stain on your collar Call yourself punk, punk And Robeson sang to general strikers Wagner and Mayakovsy didn't need those amplifiers Hmm... those boys cooked without electricity Know what I mean Mr. Practicality? Mr. Stoppage? Mr. Insertongueupthebossesrear You said a mouthful of fear and you made a sound like a mouthful of pride. You said a headful of fear a brain reminiscent of that milk stain mentioned earlier Can you get me a voice like Vincent Price in a barrel of molasses Thanks, wrap, that up, I'll eat it later Like a blind main cans an ice cream. Like a deaf man who fates loudly in a crowded bar Got it all over his face like a child Shameless Didn't know any better Like I was faithfully yours a black heart beating out the dark