Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb   In the city of Molotov, in the province of gun   In a whole off the highway, in the land of two suns      Sometimes I get pissed when my blow goes like   A quickie in the snow      But I'm sure I'll go down inside, yeah   I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long   On the feet of a bastard   Alone in the sun for sticking in too long   On the feet of a dragon      Some cold nights the wind pipe's covered in dope   I pray it be covered in a rope      Me, me, me, grief, grief, grief, beat the heat   Me, me, me, grief, grief, grief, beat the heat      But I'm sure I'll go down inside, yeah   I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long   On the feet of a bastard   I chew the thorn when midnight gets too long   On the feet of a dragon      Some cold nights the wind pipe's covered in dope   I pray it be covered in a rope, in a rope, in a rope, in a rope      Lay down in this latrine in nailbomb   In the city of Molotov, in the province of gun   In a whole off the highway, in the land of two suns      Sometimes I get pissed when my   Grunt fuck, grin fuck, push her in the snow fuck   The dope fiend splashes gash like a nailbomb