Your teeth are grinding down into sandnYour fingers are coming through your handsnYour hair is grayingnYour eyes are shakingnnYou can't expect the kindness of strangersnFrom those strangers to kindnessnBut don't acquiescenControl your angernYou're in danger in this part of the worldnnAre we cowardsnAre they jackalsnAre we bitternOr better off than they arennThey jump into bed like it's the end of the worldnHave those girls never seen boysnAnd have those boys ever loved mennThey ones who give head to get ahead