I had to let go of the pythonnBecause I’m heading off to warnSo now I need to find the kind kind of mammalnWho knows what a killer’s fornWhat’s a killer for?nFive days a week I get nervousnThe other two days I get scarednBut I’m ready to fight the fucking fight of my lifenWith the microphone, the kick, and the snare.nnLike this, like thatnSo don’t miss or you’ll be laid out flatnnWhen I come back sixteen months laternWill the mice still be cleaning the cage?nOr will they be lumps in the gut of the snakenWho kills without hatred or rage?nSo don’t you think twice or you’ll miss itnYour two minute break’s almost donenSo now it’s back to grindnRecoil, rewindnAnd strike at the bastards who wonnnLike this, like thatnSo don’t miss or you’ll be laid out flatn