Postitioned so We're given no Limitations Thus we're faced Self-opposed .. Of expectations Something about the process of bleeding blood .. Making up a method Holding on Carry on Crooked corpse Carry on Stupid cunts We still have our arms We still have our legs We still have our hearts We still have our brains We still have our lust To want more than we've got We still have our doubts That it all won't work out We never knew what we were Until we wanted to be such sad facts so says we lost our faith We know the world is crooked But we must make good Carry on you crooked cunts Carry on you crooked cunts