I feel it's pull
It's caressing claws
Dead end blocks
Graffitied walls
It permeates
It desecrates
It looks like shit but it taste great
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
See it's cliental come straight from hell
With missing limbs and, whoo, some funky smells
My bacon bits were not like this
I curse the day it passed my lips
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh
Bums!
Bums!
Bums!
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Whoa-oh-oh-oh
Where the bums go
Fuckin' bums!
Yeah!