Lyrics

No man of cloth Gonna go through my wallet No mercenary Gonna make CIA No man of cloth Gonna go through my wallet No mercenary Gonna make CIA Mash food On the few remaining molars Hear flies Steaks are cooking, come inside Mash food On the few remaining molars Hear flies Steaks are cooking, come inside Sinking in the same sack Of salivating quicksand Drown or row? Drown, drone