She's a slut
It Don't take much
She'll drink you under with a paper cup
Act tough, but not enough -- uh-uh

Fucked up fathers pay your price
Didn't you think they'd find you?
What goes by, comes by - ala: life

Boy's in the back room
Nose on fire
Girl's in the bathroom
With desire

Jesus Christ, aren't you satisfied
All my life, I've been crucified

Baby's on the back seat
Baby's on the back street
You're so surprised?
But you hung your prize
On the mirror  -  like a sharks tooth
Now the great white whistles, well he ought to
And baby boy, is it raw, is it raw?
Bodega is an ice cream store on Wall Street
You look so neat with your nose bleed
Daddy's treat
You Act tough, but not enough -- Good God

Ah, Ah, Ah - Ah, Ah, Ah ....
Jesus Christ, aren't you satisfied
All my life, I've been crucified