The days are spent    Chatting amongst the workers   Of how cold it is outside   Not to mention their greatest fears   Like finding their children neglected and naked   In battle for with some crack fiends, like a substitute for love   And no one notices something disrupting the normal swing of things   These hands are shaking   The gloves are touching me   Reaper’s regret   This memory have weakened   Now I recall everything   What’s with all the commotion?   I swear there’s nothing to see here   You didn’t see it coming   Already   This is the part where the ambulance comes   There’s a dead man in the street; we got to take him to the morgue   He can’t be here; he’s been blocking traffic for hours   We can’t find him, help his will, something’s disrupting the normal swing of things   This institution will run efficiently   Standard regrets   Send the missis our regards   Sign it deepest sympathies   Sympathies: some patronage for the weak   I swallowed some musk and now I’m choking it up   I refuse to say they won; I win the poison all mixed up in my head   On my head all those phonies were liars   A thousand times   A thousand times   A thousand times   A thousand times   I don’t    I don’t need this   Let’s disappear   Break it down   Break it down    Break it down    Break it down    Break it down    Break it down    Break it down    Break it down    Break it down    I don’t need this   Sympathy   I don’t need this