Rip

That man’s shirt
Is worth more than your life
And I’d rather kill him
Than insult you
He hasn’t the sense
To know we’re fighting
He hasn’t the fear
To run
We have to rip this up
It doesn’t look quite right
People like that
Too dirty to save
Better watch out, friend
He’s gonna get torn
When I poke my fingers in it
I tear it apart
Cover your ears
They make a lot of noise
We have to rip this up
It doesn’t look quite right