Yes, shall we take a spin again in business?
This time is fixed, let's sweeten our facilities
It took all the man in me
to be the dog you wanted me to be

Shall we take a spin again, no witnesses
This time is fixed, seven three seven is
You won't feel a thing
begging until you give it up insane

Fish like little silver knives,
make the cuts on my inside
Yeah, let him feast, my heart is big, my heart is big
My blood will slide
in metal studs

Tourniquet will hold it's groove
Tourniquet will keep it's grip
It took all the man in me
to be the dog you wanted me to be

Yeah, let him feast, my heart is big,
my heart is big, my blood will slide
Yeah, let him feast, my heart is big,
my heart is big, my blood will slide

A little money should get me on my feet
This gun of smoke is slaying me
And time is still, like grease it slips
Sucking in, spitting pips
Yeah, spitting pips

I'm in a hole
three thousand days
A buried soul
They live the dream
In terminal
No war too mean

I know the drill,
Got cells to burn,
I'm dressed to kill
A mortal coil
And time is still
On secret soil

Yeah, pay the bills,
Cells to burn,
Mouths to fill
On Boeing jets
In the sunset
Make glowing threats