He who pays the piper
Gets to call the tune
Spit it out
Rub it in
Know your place in the food chain
Like a human centipede


I was born astride of my own grave
As a meal for the earthworms
Skull and bones
Death and dirt
Rage against the morning light
Rage against the darkened sky


A skeleton in my closet
A nigger in the woodpile
Black and blue
Stars and strippers
I’m just a poor porch monkey
Dreaming of a Georgia peach


I paid the piper
Now play my fucking tune
Dance and twirl
Fight or flight
As long as I move around
The worms won’t eat me