Going Down With the Rest of the Rats On This Stinking Ship Gonna Drown in This Dirty Sea That Smells Like Shit Another Night Coated With Blood, Sweat and Spit Wake Up Again With a Face Full of Floor In Another Town That I've Left Before At Another Time With All the Memories That I Could Hoard You Can Try to Hold Us Down But We Won't Submit A Mouthful of Slogans Might As Well Be Shit It All Tastes the Same to a Bunch of Hypocrites We Roam the Land, Living in a Van Hosing Down Wherever We Can And I Trace It All Back to Six Days in Amsterdam I'm Tired But I'm Persistent I Took the Path That Was Most Resistant I've Covered So Much Distance, I Never Asked For Any Assistance Rock Bottom Ain't That Bad, the Bottle's Looking Better Every Night To This Lad, I Can't Measure My Wealth By the Things I Have But I'll Sleep Tight Tonight Sweating Blood to Make It Work I Woke Up Alone Again in a Park Somewhere in Koln I Can Still Taste the Blood I've Left On Every Microphone From Cutler Ridge to the Berlin Wall Throwing Up Blood and Alcohol Lost An Engine But I Found Myself in a Whack Shack in Arkansas The Suits Came Knocking, Said They Represent Some Fat Cat Asshole Seeking Settlement For Defacing An American Dream His -aaa-dvertisment Another Time, Murder On My Mind A Cold Shiver Runs Down My Spine I Can Trace It All Back the These Feelings I Confine