J.Q. Murder Foetus

J.Q. Murder wears sandpaper suits
Broken glass in pocket, barbed wire boots
Not because he's mean but because he's a martyr
He makes Jackie Collins look like Jean Paul Sartre

Who's that man? (Beat him up, beat him up)
I said, who's that man? (Beat him up, beat him up)
J.Q. Murder, tyranny and murder
Judgment, retribution, murder and melancholia
Woo!

Three Musketeers conscripted, each in his narrow cell
Warder! Send a J.Q. Murder, die in living hell
Safer in the streets than in your home? With strangers than with friends?
Swim for your life in a sea of red ink, drown all dead ends

Who's that man? (Beat him up, beat him up)
I said, who's that man? (Beat him up, beat him up)
J.Q. Murder, J.Q., J.Q. Murder
Judgment with religious fervor, murder and melancholia

The quick and the dead, kill or be killed, woo!
Two-bit penny philanthropists, a dime a dozen
Here's the demystifying process in action

Don't kneel, it makes me nervous [x2]
The quick and the dead, kill or be killed [x4]
Seal up the mineshaft, there can't be anybody left alive!