(Composição: Mike Scaccia, Bill Rieflin, Paul Barker e Al Jourgensen) Tell me what I want, what I need for all my sweating Show me what I get, what I earned and why Keep me all yours, braindead and useless Take my cues from the crippled many Must sit with you, corrupt, without pity The slogan's dream on greed, lust and power Feeble, mis-sighted, without honor The failing marriage slowly grinding into nothing A bleeding union only left with trying offspring Suffer, this simple nagging wound This childish riddle, this dumb cartoon Keep me all yours, brain dead and useless (2x) These fucking [dense?], form English hands Reaching for my throat, to coddle, and throttle, remove all hope Try your best to choke the very meaning from my life A callous whore, a cheating wife Keep me all yours, brain dead and useless (Useless, fucking useless) - 2x
