That man's shirt is worth more than your life

And I'd rather kill him than insult you

He hasn't the sense to know we're fighting

He hasn't the fear to run

We have to rip this up

It doesn't look quite right

People like that, too dirty to save

Better watch out, friend

He's gonna get torn

When I poke my fingers in it

I tear him apart

Cover your ears

They make a lot of noise

We have to rip this up

It doesn't look quite right