Letra de Spite y Malice

What beats the taste of lye on a swollen tongue raw with sores on or the crack of whips
Around your neck as it snaps back and you hang
Drawn and quartered I can't say
He casts a hardened glow and I feel shaven at the thought as he snaps back and hangs
Hang high the mores of home sailors whose staid hates and Jim Crow lawns design to beat all east and all gold
Please do not upset me
And lay off of a gland
More dink than man
More dink than man