Lyrics

I got solution I got the grip I got to change I got the sickness Lusting faces green and red The cash is burning holes in my head This is the murder train This is the murder train Powered on these lives that feed Lives falling unclean Rats in paradise I got solution I got the grip I've got to change I've got the sicknesss Positive for all to see These lives fallen unclean I am unclean Take it up the backside, unclean Rats in paradise I am unclean Take it up the backside unclean I am unclean I am unclean You not the whore I am. Unclean