Four young fuckers on an afternoon driveThrough the land of gods and killing timeTried to relate to a nuclear ageBut we lost our souls in a pinball gameThis is it like the way we plannedNot a church of saints but a church of manWe're the priests of the dancing beastsSo shake your ass and move your feetFour young fuckers takin over the topNo matter what you want it's what you gotWouldn't say no to a pot of goldBut we'd rather have a go at this funky showWe are the truth like it's never been seenThe truth is hard and the truth is meanThe truth is an ache in the seat of your pantsBut it's got a good beat and it's easy to danceMean ass funk showEverything out of controlMean ass funk showAin't no rock n rollMean ass funk showSleazy little undergroundMean ass funk showBig mean ass funk show burnin that mother downThese four young fuckers turnin over the mobGet out of our way cos this is our jobThis world our world has gone insaneWe touch the heart and eat the painWe don't give a shit about what they sayWe mark our path pave our own wayOur music's a notch in the scars of timeSo march to the beat of our own decline