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 Head in the sand, feet in the clay And time is still like grease it slips Yes shall we take a spin again in business This

We shall attack Breathing each other's lives Holding this in mind That if we fall, we all fall And we fall alone Attack, attack your fetal servitude Attack, attack, attack with pesticide All the years of propaganda