I feel it's pull, it's caressing claws
The dead end blocks, graffiti walls
It permanates, it desecrates
It looks like shit but it taste great
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
See, it's clientle come straight from hell
With missing limbs and woo, some funky smells
My bacon bits were not like this
I curse the day it passed my lips
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Bums, bums, bums, bums
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo
Where the bums go, woo