Well I can't take it, fake it anymore   everyone I know is a pimp or a whore   as ugly as sin and as sleazy as hell   everyone I know has got trash to sell   from the mouth's of babes come the words of the wise   please don't ask me to apologise   I load up my gun to play russian roulette   I'll take another drag on your funny cigarette   and I'll cry like a baby      Rally the troops, the battle lines are drawn   the darkest hour comes before dawn   don't you talk to me of self respect   'cos all I hear is cause and effect   I've got no bridges left to burn   got no place left to turn   I'm a shooting star ready to crash   don't want your credit I'll just take your cash   and I'll cry like a baby      Crawl back under your stone hide your face in shame   look to yourself 'cos I'm too easy to blame   the smell of burning martyr, the stench of decay   I'll trample over you if you get in my way   and I'll cry like a baby.