Skinny wrists and feeble fists clinched in rage Aimed at every evil thats in range Gutless mangy mutts that masquerade as dainty ladies Waisting daises on shallow graves A clever cover to a book with no pages hung out To dry before they even had time to grow [Chorus] If youve got soul, then youre bound to be walked on Just dont get caught under the heals of misery Who feel the need for company Skin gets tricked into thickening when the king pits the queen for your loyalty One shares the spoils, the other the sense of royalty So if hell is boiling beneath the clock is ticking Its time to think again [Chorus]
dais, clinched, mangy, waisting, thickening