They call em twisted human wreckage a fusion of metal and skin Mutants. Thats what they call emselves, citizen. Some type of bizarre dolled up cretins, is what I hear living life like its no big deal They like the obscure angles of an open wound, the juxtaposition of vomit and food, the rusted knife, the bloody pledge, catching electric impulses zinging off livewires, the stinging stench of burnt brakes and clutch fires. If they had their way Yeah, they roam the streets yeah, I reckon they do it for fun. Gimme more! Gimme more! I heard em screaming once for no reason. Gimme more scum I saw some pictures of em in the paper this morning, pointing podgy blistered fingers at me out of the frame, their jaws clenched, some showing, like, fangs, acting all furious yeah, insane You tell me, whos to blame? Whats up with these dudes anyway? Vile sex between rancid girls and boys people have seen em making love in open concrete drains ripped shirts and reeking jeans these are the bastard sons and daughters of sin soaked angels, dipped in the frothy black waters of hell. What do they care? They dont care. Theyll eat the scraps of manna falling off tables anywhere. Yeah, they like to be called delinquents. If they dont know it then it aint worth knowing thats what they say, thats what I heard, I tell ya So whats it to ya, citizen? Just what have you heard?
Yeah, right A mate o mine knew this guy had a run-in with those devil-swine He was just mindin his business, just drinkin, yknow, and swears as god is his witness, they strut right past, all up in his face, called him a fat fuck, for no reason, so he says. Mind you this guys not one to take a backward step, hes keen of mind, see, strong of arm, see, tough as they come you have to believe. A veteran of a few altercations, maybe some violations. And hes like Tone the language. You cant speak like that around here, theres ladies within earshot, you pack of foul mouthed curs. And theres finger jabbing, back-talk, an escalation of voices and before you know it, theres three on one, hammer and tongs, fisticuffs, bodies knocked to the ground. Then from where I dont know where, a knife comes out and bloods spattered all around, everywhere. So they run off, like cowards, like snakes, off to their holes where they live and breed. Yeah, Mutants they call themselves, citizen. They certainly aint like us.
Theres no pattern to the way theyre doing things, they go just where they feel and feel what they do. The people, the paper, the magazines say this feeling, this mood, theyre creating in the city taking over the streets. These freaks arent about revolution, but they dont stop for nothin or no-one. Everyone on the outside dont understand. Theyre too busy fighting the antagonism happening within. Its all about another way you see. Another way to be. This bunch got mighty big plans, yeah, to rewrite history with their wicked scratched up hands. They dont discriminate, theyre the open sky. Like streaks they fire past. They like speed. Hey! The speed of life, you know, you cant stop them, theres some weird kind of darkness on their side. You gotta know, citizen, the Mutants are here! The Mutants are now! The Mutants arent going away! Theyre here to stay!
Anyway, citizen thats just what I heard yeah, thats just what they say