Growling as I stare at smiles from the other side of the street/is it the

speed I'm walking at or the shoes upon my feet?/I couldn't afford the baseball

boots that's not the game I play/and if you'd rather hang about I won't get in

your way/if the words you backhand to your friend were meant for me to hear/

I'll show you a better way to spend your time over a beer/or a coffee - come

on mutant-head! let's drop the social games/call it a bluff call it enough

quit calling eachother names/there's hardly any difference in the nature of

the threat/some like to be remebered by the reaction they can get/others need

security in a certain social set/bth are too aware of what they yet still have

to get/is no one ever satisfid with being what they are?/if you show me all

your barbed wire I'll only show you scars/but tell me where you got it from

and what it costs in friends/and I'll start to get a picture of a person not

a trend/ignorance and affinity to outsode influence/rejects the inner feeling

at anyone's expense/what provoked attack was the bature of defence/the weak

are strong in knowing that such strength is all pretence/so while you're

staring at me I'll be grinning back at you/at various intensities we'll both

know it's true/that what eachother represents is an image we've been fed/If

I'm a fucking waste of space than you're a mutant head/so let's discuss these

attitudes and find some common ground/just doing that is ground enough to

exorcise the sound of insults, sights of malice, inbred scorn and ignorance/

once beyond the posing we can find the relevance