(from the September 6, 1994 version)

Oh my Lord, you're turning on the world
Walking into filth, how could they ever doubt you?
Ripping in the background, twisting out of focus
You're rising to the bottom
A pendulum in the noose
A fucker with no excuse
A loser with nothing to lose

Maximum letdown, somehow we know better
Everything about you, how could they ever doubt you?
Smoothing out the barrel and scraping off the edges
Rising to the bottom
A pendulum in the noose
A fucker with no excuse
A loser with nothing to loooose

A pendulum in the noose
A fucker with no excuse
A loser with nothing to lose