Well, tend, tend, tend; tend to your trodden lives

While I, I, I poke you between the eyes

Well, I can smell, smell, smell, yeah; smell you from here, ooh!

Because your pants, pants, pants are stained with fear

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!

Well, tend, tend, tend, yeah; tend to your trodden lives

While I, I, I poke you between the eyes

Well, I can smell, smell, smell, yeah; smell you from here, ooh!

'Cause your pants, pants, pants (are stained with fear)

Yeah, yeah!

Yeah, yeah!