That unforgiving pulse again My sick pig-head companion As much a rotten part of me as forgotten twin or shadow Fur bristles with the fever His kickdrum pulses quicken Him a specter, me spectator I'm caught inside his tow And what am I to do? Pull out his teeth or file down his claws? You know as well as I, no freedom lies between his pearly jaws God, what am I to say? As if his name gives me some holy power For what I've done, I know that even Christ's communion wine goes sour O brother Id, you own me O father Id, you're all I am O reverend Id, please wipe that endless toothy smirk away Red letters on my eyelids On every gristle, bone, or cell The one command for self Presses me to obey And what am I to do? Pull out his teeth or file down his claws? You know as well as I, no freedom lies between his pearly jaws God, what am I to say? As if his name gives me some holy power For what I've done, I know that even Christ's communion wine goes sour And what am I to do? God, what am I to say, oh-oh-oh? And what am I to do? God, what am I to say, oh-oh-oh? And what am I to do? Pull out his teeth or file down his claws? You know as well as I, no freedom lies between his pearly jaws Oh, what am I to say? As if his name gives me some holy power For what I've done, I know that even Christ's communion wine goes sour