Woman, please, be gone
You've stayed here much too long
Don't you wish that you could cry?
Don't you wish I would die?
Seamy, seesaw kids
Child woman on the skids
The dust will choke you blind
The lust will choke your mind
I kiss the floor, one kick no more
The pig and hose have set me free
I've tasted hate, street's hanging tree
I've tasted hate, street's hanging tree
I kiss the floor, one kick no more
The pig and hose have set me free
I've tasted hate, street's hanging tree
I've tasted hate, street's hanging tree
I kiss the floor, one kick no more
The pig and hose have set me free
I've tasted hate, street's hanging tree
I've tasted hate, street's hanging tree
I've tasted hate, street's hanging tree
