Real Men Hunt In Packs

Forty six seconds in [bad word] 
Or ninety four tears in a frozen wasteland 
Thirty eight minutes in a chicken's nightmare 
Or sixty two [bad word] homes in a dream 
Hurry up and get some juice for the juice man 
No big heads or the big man will loose your head 
Button up and lock your heart on the way out 
Tell your friends last night was the perfect fit 
Real men hunt in packs 

Yeah - lets' be responsible 
For the bad bad bad bad blood 
(And the good blood) 

Eighty six impressions of a talented man 
Or ninety nine gut-wrenching minutes of misery 
Seven pica-seconds of letting you go 
Then twenty five different homes in a year 
(Twenty five different homes in a calender year) 
Loosen up and tie your legs to the handrail 
Grin that grin and pretend your were given in 
Chew it up and spit back at the waitress 
Leave your bra, I could do with material 
Real men hunt in packs 

Yes - they expect it of us 
We are still operating 
We are still operating