He without sin, leave homenLicking my lips, running stonednWherever you spit, cops, we runnEndless streets, we runnnWith a good criminal heartnHinting at things best left unknownnThe spine of the world is rustingnBut rusting to goldnnHe without sin, leave homenLicking my lips, running stonednWherever you spit/piss, cops, we runnEndless streets, we runnnThings are ready to explodenMeanness breeds angernExaltation in self-defensenWhat sounds like bad press is praise to my earsnnCensorship of vulgaritynDon't take it so god-damned seriouslynWho cares anyhownCan't you just tell where this grin comes fromnnHe without sin, leave homenLicking my lips, running stonednWherever you spit, cops, we runnEndless streets, we runnnAre you without sin, leave homenWhat lips, cheekbonesnWherever you spit/piss, cops, we runnEndless streets, we runnnWerewolves burning booksnThe best part of myself, my ownnThe concert has begunnNowhere for you tonnHe without sin, leave homenLicking my lips, running stonednWherever you trip, cops, we runnEndless streets, we run