I chop and I change 
And the mystery thickens
There's blood on my hands
And you want me to listen?
To brawn or to brain 
When the [bad word] s in the middle
Born of the grain
Like all good riddles

B-b-burn the skin off 
And climb the rooftop
Thy will be done
B-b-bite the nose off
And make it the most of
Your kingdom

You kill when you talk
And the enemy weakens
Your words start to walk 
When you're not even speaking
If my heart is a war
Its soldiers are bleeding
If my heart is a war, 
Its soldiers are dead

B-b-burn the skin off 
And climb the rooftop
Thy will be done
B-b-bite the nose off
And make it the most of
Your kingdom

I've lost and I've gained 
And while I was thinking
You cut off my hands 
When I wanted to twist
If you know how to dance 
To bony moroney
He's doing the ballet 
On both of his wrists

B-b-burn the skin off 
And climb the rooftop
Thy will be done
B-b-bite the nose off
And make it the most of
Your kingdom

You're a between-the-lines person
And your death is well overdue
You suck the foot that kicks you
You kiss the hand that hits you

Ten-a-penny...