(...)
I killed my dinner with karate
Kick 'em in the face, taste the body
Shallow work is the work that I do

(...)
Do you want to sit at my table
My fighting fame is fabled
And fortune finds me fit and able

And you do say, oh
That you do pray, oh oh
And you say
That you're okay

Do you want to run with my pack
Do you want to ride on my back
Pray that what you lack does not distract

And even when you ruin through my mind
Something else is in front, you're behind
And I don't have to remind you
To stick with your kind