Hey Ma, Get Papa

There I stood like soap on heat

While blood ran thick past both my quaking feet

Into the street

J.J., Dean, and Pigsty Paul just coughed and grinned

And sank into the pack, no turning back

J.J. had blessed us

Cramped me up with salt, Tequila, lemon peel (c'mon, c'mon)

My heart began to reel (c'mon, let's do it again)

Hey Ma, get Papa

Soon you'll have no son to bitch

You're gonna cry (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)

I've left a man to die (I've left some man to die)

[Instrumental, cackling]

(Speaks when he screams), with his old black jeans

And a spike from the ground, and all I saw was red

When he touched my head

So I picked up a spike, that once was a fence

And I stuck it in his side, and all we saw was red, oh Ma!

He must be dead

Good God, we cracked out

Never threw up until we had run, ten blocks or more (c'mon, c'mon)

Then we really poured (c'mon, let's do it again)

Hey Ma, get Papa

Soon you'll have no son to bitch

You're gonna cry (c'mon, c'mon, c'mon)

I've left a man to die (I've left some man to die)