Chorus We walk the streets at night We go where eagles dare They pick up every movement They pick up every loser With jaded eyes and features You think they really care I ain't no god*** son of a b**ch You better think about it baby I ain't no god*** son of a b**ch You better think about it baby, babe An omelet of disease awaits your noontime meal Her mouth of germicide seducing all your glands I ain't no god*** son of a b**ch You better think about it baby I ain't no god*** son of a b**c (azchords.com)
