Johnny 3 Tears: 
I’m just a sick man
Living in a sick land
Choking on this smoke of a billboard romance
Anybody know where the pigs put my coke, oh
Change them plates on a powder blue Desoto
Oh no, it ain’t Johnny 3 T
Not till the [bad word] to keep me
Keep these, are you weak and weeping
Sweating on the floor when [bad word] to see me
Victims, and you’re proud of no [bad word] I hear you cluck but you duck, duck, duck
And now we’re too deep, here’s number 3
It’s sick, I’m sick, [bad word] is just like me
 [bad word] [Danny]:
I am, never forgotten
This is the anthem, for all you sick and rotten [x2]

J-Dog:
Step up and get knocked back
You’ll end up as blue black
And goes with the riff raff
So [bad word] all the feedback
We pack it up tightly
We roll it up nicely