Tekster: Kyuss. Wretch. Son Of A Bitch.

Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch

Goddamn son of a bitch
See the young ones play
And say what you want to hear

You have a long legs, long hair
Big tits, you got a big ass
Your pots will never last, never last

Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch

Goddamn son of a bitch
See the young ones say, well and play
What they want to hear from you

You say you're not fucking with them
You say they're not fucking with you
Compete with them and you'll never win, never win

Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch

Well, it's cold where we come from
But not to make me freeze
I look around me at what I see
The world deeper than before

There's been a change in me
Things are looking pretty blurry
I keep on wishing she would awake me
And tell me it was just a bad dream
But I guess you're gonna be awakened
Well, your already wakened to reality, yeah

Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch
Goddamn son of a bitch