All the dirty fingers picking up finds
Bruised with a motherless childish mind
To be kind in the line of design
Without a prober subject

Got all apologies, signed up to steal
Prednisone body, topic of ill
For the chill and the thrill of the kill
I see my woman calling

´Cause I licked a little skin like a fear in my bed
Spilt all the toxic cream of my dead
To be bled or fed in the spread
Of equal wrong talking

Spoon me like a stereotype, rigging the race
Believing in a feather, particular face
With the grace for the trace to embrace
The frontal feel falling

I think I´m ready to go
I think I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life
I think I´m ready to go
I think I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life

Yeah, I´m ready to go
Yeah, I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life
Yeah, I´m ready to go
Yeah, I´m ready to fight

If the caterpillar cat turns free to a whore
The idea that there´s a seventeeth floor to explore
Like hardcore for the more
And never seem to free it

´Cause I gave a little long, yeah, I gave it a shot
Bought me some land and a beautiful plot
With a hot who was not to be got
By easy thinking thumbing

Bottled up can will eat through your life
Down with the deed of killing a wife
With a knife who thinks twice to the wise
I think my woman´s calling

Yeah, I´m ready to go
Yeah, I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life
Yeah, I´m ready to go
Yeah, I´m ready to fight

Yeah, I´m ready to go
Yeah, I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life
I think I´m ready to fight
I think I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life

I think I´m ready to go
I think I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life
I think I´m ready to go
I think I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life

Yeah, I´m ready to go
Yeah, I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life
Yeah, I´m ready to go
Yeah, I´m ready to fight for the scene of my life