Pigface Ten Ground and Down

I have your see-eye and here is my hand As blue and cold as 10 ground and down When the morning after coughs a crippled mile Curse the morning after Tuesday's child Wake into the hard song, gold in my hand Engage report pending, promised land Here is my heart on hand, sharp as a blade One down I say two I close my own hand 10 ground and down Careful when you skin returns to dirt and gold Foreign bastards dress the centerfold Million drool and madness seem to start the race Tuesdays child removes her guilty face I'm not going too take this shit anymore I won't have it in my house You see, I've seen it all before 10 down and hundreds more Crimes remain credentials, dirt remains sublime Silence and sedation undermined Fake the bastards outcry, nail it to his chest Bone and skin descending burns the best I'm not gonna have this anymore You see I've heard it all before I won't be beaten to the ground 10 down and then 10 more.