You got me forced to crack
  my lids in two
I´m still stuck inside this rubber room
I gotta punch the clock that
  leads the blind
I´m just another gear in the assembly
  line - oh no

The noose gets tighter around  my throat
But I ain´t at the end of my rope ´cause
  I won´t be the one left behind
Can´t be king of the world
  If you´re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can´t be king of the world
  If you´re slave to the grind

  Get it?

  A routine injection, a lethal dose
But my day in the sun ain´t even close
There´s no need to waste
  your prayers on me
You better mark my words
  ´cause I´m history
  Yes indeed

You might beg for mercy to get by
But I´d rather tear this thorn
  from my side

I won´t be the one left behind
You can´t be king of the world
  If you´re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
Can´t be king of the world
  If you´re slave to the grind

They swallowed thier daggers by
  turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
  brick by brick
I´m sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

They swallowed thier daggers by
  turning their trick
They tore my intentions apart
  brick by brick
I´m sick of the jive
You talk verbal insecticide

I won´t be the one left behind

You can´t be king of the world
  If you´re slave to the grind
Tear down the rat racial slime
You can´t be king of the world
  If you´re slave to the grind

I said slave to the grind
  Slave to the grind
  Slave to the grind
				

Feelin' like we're ready to kick tonight
No hesitatin', bodies aching
Lookin' for some action, satisfaction alright

Chargin' vein pace as active as one hundered
solid proof
Megaton leviathan load ready to hit the roof

You better watch out and hold on tight
We're headin' your way like dynamite

Deliverin' the goods

Shake down rockin' boys
Crack that whip strap mean

Pulse rave air waves
Vitalizin' every place we've been

Stealin' your hearts all across the land
Hot blood, doin' good
We're gonna burn you with our brand

You better watch out and hold on tight
We're headin' your way like dynamite

Deliverin' the goods

Oh, we don't pull no punches
We aim where the crunch is
Bound to do the most damage to your brain

If you're lookin' for it mellow
You're nothin' more than yellow
Gonna do it again and again
We'll beat you to submission
So you might as well surrender
You gotta learn your lesson
'Cuz there ain't nobody here to defend ya

Faster, higher
Till it seems that we're gonna break

Shootin', further
Givin' more than you're ever gonna take

Leavin', your heads
Crashed out on the floor

Beggin' for mercy
Be careful or we'll do it some more

You better watch out and hold on tight
We're headin' your way like dynamite

Deliverin' the goods
				

Give me a minute 'cause I'm wrapped in superstition
Pour me a chemical to take away the edge
Don't make up anything that's breaking all your fingers
Just slap around a bit of what it takes to pledge 

Carry out another stone as a slave
Ask general-know-it-all "Who's juggling the earth?"
Tease all the natives that will walk across your grave 
And shove aside your nation all for what it's worth 

(Chorus)
Beat yourself blind (Repeat 6x)
An open eyes and a closed mind 

Look at the suit in suspended animation
A faded outline that used to be a man
A piece of paper that's fallen out a window
Has got a better chance to know where it will land 

(Repeat Chorus) 

To bleed in vain, to bleed in vain--under my eyes are painted skies
Down at the boneyard, they're diggin' up the relics
Handfuls of parasites thrown into machines
I got the phone call they're tearin' down the mission
The zombies had a ball, but don't know what it means 

Beat yourself blind
				

Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
That's what they wanna give me
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
All they wanna give me

I am a teenage schizoid
The one your parents despise
Psycho Therapy
Now i got glowing eyes

I am a teenage schizoid
Pranks and muggings are fun
Psycho Therapy
Gonna kill someone

Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy

I like takin' Tuinal
It keeps me edgy and mean
I am a teenage schizoid
I am a teenage dope fiend

I am a kid in the nut house
I am a kid in a psycho zone
Psycho Therapy
I?m gona burglarize your home

Psycho Therapy
Psycho Therapy
				

I never wanted to be President
´Cause it´s nothin´ but an
  ego trip, yeah
I didn´t want your education
´Cause it´s notin´ but a pile of shit

You bore me to death, so shut up
  for God´s sake

Stop readin´ me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it´s raining, but you´re pissin´
  down my back
So stop readin´ me the riot act

I couldn´t listen to a word you said
This goin´ nowhere thing
  is wearin´ thin
When your sex, your drugs, and
  your valid vic´
Is just the spit I wipe off my chin

I´d rather go nowhere than not know
  where it´s at

Stop readin´ me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it´s raining, but you´re pissin´
  down my back
So stop readin´ me the riot act

I never wanted to be President
´Cause it´s nothin´ but an
  ego trip, yeah
I didn´t want your education
´Cause it´s notin´ but a pile of shit

You bore me to death, so shut up
  for God´s sake

Stop readin´ me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it´s raining, but you´re pissin´
  down my back
So stop readin´ me the riot act

Stop readin´ me the riot act
While my brains are still intact
You say it´s raining, but you´re pissin´
  down my back
So stop readin´ me the riot act  The riot act
				

Outside my window there´s a
Whole lot of trouble comin´
The cartoon killers and the
  Rag cover clones
Stack heels kickin´ rhythm
  Of social circumcision
Can´t close the closet on
  Shoe box full of bones

Kangaroo lady with her bourbon
  in a pouch
Can´t afford the rental on
  a bamboo couch
Collecting back her favors ´cause her
  well is running dry
I know her act is terminal,
  But she ain´t gonna die

Slim intoxicado drinkin´ dime
  store hooch
Is always in a circle with his
  part-time pooch
Little creepy´s playing dollies in the
  New York rain
Thinkin´ Bowie´s just a knife
  Ooh the pain

I ain´t seen the sun since I don´t
  know when
The freaks come out at nine
  And it´s twenty to ten
What´s this funk
  That you call junk
To me it´s just monkey business

Blind man in the vox that will
  probably die
The village kids laugh as they walk by
A psycho is on the edge of this human
  garbage dump
And the vultures in the sewers
  are telling
Him to jump

Into the fire from the frying pan
  Tripping on his tounge
For a cool place to stand
  Where´s this shade
That you´ve got it made
To me it´s just monkey business

Monkey business
  Slippin´ on the track
Monkey business
  Jungle in black
Ain´t your business if I got
No monkey on my back

Monkey business
  Slippin´ on the track
Monkey business
  Jungle in black
Ain´t your business
   If I gotMonkey´s on my back

The vaseline gypsies and silicone souls
  Dressed to the society
Hypocrite heartbeat and cheap alibis
  Can´t get you by that monkey
				

[Spoken words]