Well I got my head in my hands again
I got my heart in my fist again
I do my soul through the twist again
Head in my hands, heart in fist, soul doing the twist
And well be seeing you often again
Out on the streets youll be killing again
Youll have a kid in a coffin again
I cant make up my mind
I couldnt do it cause I dont ? ? ? ?

You cant make up your mind
You couldnt do it cause you dont have one

Dont ask me for a dime, youre poor
And we cant hurt you, we cant hurt you no more
So you come on down, kick around, leave em in the gutter to bleed
Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again
? ? (dont know this line)

Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways
So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get em dirty again
Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get em dirty again

I got my head in my hands again
I got my heart in my fist again
I do my soul through the twist again
And well be seeing you often again

I cant make up my mind
I couldnt do it cause I dont ? ?

You cant make up your mind
You couldnt do it cause you dont have one

Dont ask me for a dime, youre poor
And we cant hurt you, we cant hurt you no more
So you come on down, kick around, leave em in the gutter to bleed
Then you come on back tomorrow, you can do it again
? ? (dont know this line)

Walk back down the streets, teaching the young your evil ways
So you went upstairs, washed your hands, come back down, get em dirty again
Oh yes you went up stairs washed your hands, come back down, get em dirty again

I got my head in my hands again
I got my heart in my fist again
I do my soul through the twist again
Youll have a kid in a coffin again