You don’t remember me

And I’ve forgotten you

But it’s not so long ago

That we fist-fucked, too

Strangers in the night

Sees the world in black and white

Lost souls, and a burning blood

Forgotten sons, and a brotherhood

Twisted values, and a wrecked mind

Greased warriors, of a rejected kind

Let’s fist again

Let’s fist again

Let’s fist again

Some like to, do it

With a glove

But, you know me

I’m no dove

I like to do it, the natural way

I like to do it, the natural way

It was your mistake

When you thought I hesitate

I shoved my greased fist

I shoved my greased fist

I shoved my greased fist

Right up to your prostrate (think it was supposed to be prostate, but he sings prostrate)

Shit on my knuckles

Pain up the ass for you

Shit on my knuckles

Pain up the ass for you

Fist and shout

Fist and shout

Fist and shout

Fist and shout

Fist-Fuckers

Fist-Fuckers

Fist-Fuckers…Associated (Repeat X 9)

Fist-Fuckers

Fist-Fuckers