Из альбома: Horsepower
Hey hath no furry like the sediment spite
You go out on a weekend and you get in a fight
But I ain't no bruiser I'm a man of simple taste
I would rather stay home and smoke a number
Than go out and get punched in the face
And I know you feel fired up
But just sit back and we can sort it out
We could go to the dump and smash up old computers
Or we could go to the top of tower and spit down on the suiters
I'll put on the kettle, I'll make a cup of tea
You can tell me all your thoughts man
You can tell me how ya feeling 'cause
I know you feel fired up
So just sit back and we can we can we can sort it out
You gotta have faith