(Radio Performance, 1987)

“That's it" 
Until my tensions 
Feed me, I'm [bad word] hungry 
Degrade me 
I want my gun back 

Like the [bad word] resume 
Experience credentials 
Experience the process 
People freaking every day 
White lights 
Sitting inside 
And you get sicker then you get a little better
Then a 

Blasphemy 

Hold me, I'm so pathetic 
And study, all the sudden 
Baby, suddenly find her 
Daddy, exploring only 

Like the [bad word] resume 
Experience credentials
Experience the process 
People freaking every day 
White lights 
Sitting inside 
And you get sicker then you get a little better
Hold me 
Until my tensions degrade me
I'm [bad word] hungry 
Feed me, the wells [bad word] 
Exume me 
I want [bad word] back 

wicked man 
Picked off the scabs and fed them 
To the pigeons 
Help him, he is so cornered 
Kill him, your mercy [bad word] will 

Like the [bad word] resume
Experience potentials 
Experience the process 
People freaking every day 
White lights really inside 
And you get sicker than ahhhhhhh 
Help me, [bad word] hoses 
Help me, until my tensions 
Praise me, I'm really hungry 
Degrade me, I want [bad word] back 

"Thank you and, good night