No Fixed Address - Royal Trux

Nothing ever happens so don’t stand in line

It’s knowledge in the back of the mongoose of time

Broke my fist on her nose

The scepter’d ages are on loan

The thinner you are when you die

The closer you get to your bones

Seargent Sux was moving up

Inside the realm of TV

«You know, I bet you been going down»

He said to me

«But you need a disciplined eye

And I’d be pleased to drop on by

And I think you need something hard and heavy

Something I can use

I’ll speak to some of the credit boys

That’ll spare you some abuse»