If I must play a part in this mess   There are things that I have to know   If I eat what I fuck and I fuck what I eat   Am I worthy?   There are rules to obey   I am seen and ignored   I have been pinned it down   Is a lack of emotion   A curse or a skill   To rely on      I’ve got a letter from a friend   It was just in time   But it didn’t tell me anything      If I can’t be alone then I must be a apart   I must see it through   If I love what I kill and I kill what I love   Am I worthy?   What a week, what a time, what a kill, what a crock, what a way to go   So I eat what I fuck and I fuck what I eat   Am I worthy?      I’ve got a letter from a friend   It was just in time   But it didn’t tell me anything      How does it feel   To make it on your own?   To prey upon your strengths   But leave it where it falls   How does it feel to listen to this song   To wrap your mind around it   To let your senses down      Yeah!   I am civil service!   I am civil service!