Rip - Big Black

That man’s shirt

Is worth more than your life

And I’d rather kill him

Than insult you

He hasn’t the sense

To know we’re fighting

He hasn’t the fear

To run

We have to rip this up

It doesn’t look quite right

People like that

Too dirty to save

Better watch out, friend

He’s gonna get torn

When I poke my fingers in it

I tear it apart

Cover your ears

They make a lot of noise

We have to rip this up

It doesn’t look quite right