Sound of the Fist

Read the books your father read
Find your mother's diary
See if all they had had been
Bitterness and misery

The sound of the fist is the voice of the wicked
The sound of your fist

Play with me dad, just play me now
I'll be good, I promise you
Play with me, I'll stick around
Deep down in your dungeon

The sound of the fist is the voice of the wicked

Bleed the looks your father gave you
Find a hidden place to pray
Stay for no more education
Beaten in the sickened seed

The sound of the fist is the voice of the wicked
The sound of the fist is the voice of the motherfucker