Right about now
As I’m screaming at the top of my lungs
Spits barely hanging on to my tongue
The hopeless efforts sure have stung [bad word] fast, or you’ll get kicked apart
The stampede is off to a good start

When I see [bad word] I’m nowhere near a zoo
Don’t I know when anim als [bad word] Maybe I should too?

I am a little afraid
Of those that [bad word] to our aid
It’s gonna get real critical
Real quick

Oh son, you better get the money [bad word] You better start thinking straight
Before you get knocked by

Fate or the masses
With heads up their asses
They’re getting their stones out and sharpening knives
But you feel so alert that nothing escapes you
It’s a plus that you don’t belong

I am a little afraid
Of those that [bad word] to our aid
It’s gonna get real critical
Real quick

I am a little afraid
Of those that [bad word] to our aid
little too late