(Bryn Burrows/Bill Clift)





we're going to fat city

we're gonna hit town

we're going to fat city...fat city



hard rain washed away

sweet love like a bird of prey

mixed emotions overgrown

psychedelic to the bone



it's a fact that your back's

against the wall

when you show your face

but never get yourself caught

between a rock and a hard place



pump me up let me down

beef and blood underground

snap the whip crack the code

paranoia overload



you got to get yourself a card

with an i.d.

for the human race

but never get yourself caught

between a rock and a hard place



break the ice on your knees

poison pen spread disease

rags and bones feed the bear

shut your mouth i don't care