Those Poor Bastards
Fear
I hear it whispered real low
FEAR
My friends it's all that I know
FEAR
From birth this curse was foretold
FEAR

Fear of birth
Fear of death
Fear of gals in shortened dress

There is a man with gold eyes
FEAR
His tongue is tattooed with lies
FEAR
Witness the birth of the flies
FEAR

Fear of birth
Fear of death
Fear of gals in shortened dress

Fear I'm losing control
Fear the spirits call from below
Fear, Fear, Fear
Fear
I've lost my control
Fear
The spirits call from below
Fear, Fear, Fear
Fear, Fear, Fear