Lyrics:

We stand accused but you lie
Varicose-veined finger
Prejudiced evil mind
The young get stronger
Free living fast
But you�re a sapsucker
You ain�t gonna last

Your twisted mouths feed the
minds of babes
Taught from birth it�s crime that pays
One man�s fortune is anoter
man�s pain
But that�s how you play the game

I ain�t the child of your disgrace
You�re mudkickin� into my face
I�ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Ha! here�s mud in your eyes

Ladies and gentlemen and members
of the jury
All rise, �cause here comes the boss
He�s your big brother the silver
tongue�s doublecross
His collar starched white, big black
briefcase held tight
It holds the power to your demise

The corporation blue sedan
Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man
He thinks he�s got the upper hand
But he misunderstands

I ain�t the child of your disgrace
You�re mudkickin� into my face
I�ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

I ain�t the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin� into my face
I�ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick
Wow! here�s mud in your eyes

Your prestige is clear as day
But I can scrape the sewer bilge and
see the same
The young get stronger, free living fast
But you�re a sapsucker you ain�t
gonna last

I ain�t the child of your disgrace
You�re mudkickin� into my face
I�ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

I ain�t the child of your disgrace
Quit mudkickin� into my face
I�ve healed the wounds, been crucified
Mudkicker kick

Mudkicker kick, kickin� me down
Mudkicker kickin� me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin� me down

Mudkicker kick, kickin� me down
Mudkicker kickin� me all around
Mudkicker kick, kickin� me down

Mudkicker kick - I don�t fuck
around, no