Forty six seconds in your companynOr ninety four tears in a frozen wastelandnThirty eight minutes in a chicken's nightmarenOr sixty two welcome homes in a dreamnHurry up and get some juice for the juice mannNo big heads or the big man will loose your headnButton up and lock your heart on the way outnTell your friends last night was the perfect fitnReal men hunt in packsnnYeah - lets' be responsiblenFor the bad bad bad bad bloodn(And the good blood)nnEighty six impressions of a talented mannOr ninety nine gut-wrenching minutes of miserynSeven pica-seconds of letting you gonThen twenty five different homes in a yearn(Twenty five different homes in a calender year)nLoosen up and tie your legs to the handrailnGrin that grin and pretend your were given innChew it up and spit back at the waitressnLeave your bra, I could do with materialnReal men hunt in packsnnYes - they expect it of usnWe are still operatingnWe are still operating