Pulp Songtext
von The Writhers

On the move and
You′re keeping your chin up
Try to lose me
Is this what it's come to?
A sense of safety
The coast is clear now
Don′t turn your head 'cause
I'm right behind you!

Showing my face when you least expect
Ignore me and I will not neglect
Our brawls through this city are rife
Don′t even try to fuss with me now
Because I′ll be taking your life
Yeah!
Aw!
Huh!


Then you turn down
Into an alleyway
As I stalk you
Don't try to run faster
Since it′s no use kid
Now that I've found you
Suffer my hurt ′cause
I am your master!

Showing my face when you least expect
Ignore me and I will not neglect
Our brawls through this city are rife
Don't even try to fuss with me now
Because I′ll be taking your life

I'm gonna rip your arms off and
Knock your teeth in and
Tear your nose off and
Bash your skull in and
I'm a mad man
You best be glad, man
That when I beat you to a pulp
I′m gonna eat you in one gulp

One, two, three, go!