Slowly the sunlight is built from a rustic horizon Manufactured for disaster Igniting fires faster Chorus Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty I run these streets and rock this city I filled this mold with heart and soul Your sad excuses are getting so old So old, so old, so old Fragile and filthy, comes crawling across from the sidewalk She is mangled, flesh is tangled Black and blue from being strangled Chorus Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty I run these streets and rock this city I filled this mold with heart and soul Your sad excuses are getting so old So old, so old, so old Make me, take me, fuck me now I've got this city in the palm of my hands Chorus Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty I run these streets and rock this city I filled this mold with heart and soul Your sad excuses are getting so old So old, so old, so old Chorus Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty I run these streets and rock this city I filled this mold with heart and soul Your sad excuses are getting so old So old, so old, so old Chorus Bite your tongue, you sound so shitty I run these streets and rock this city I filled this mold with heart and soul Your sad excuses are getting so old So old, so old, so old