Tied Down, Spit On - Swingin Utters

You better go, or you’ll be stepped on with your sharpened bayonette boots

You’ll be long gone you gotta go, you gotta get on

With all the glory of good riches you’ve been brainwashed

And as far as for all the days and what you’ll do with them

Just spend some quiet time you need some rest to mend

You’re getting slow, you’re getting old now, you gotta run

Just like you used to, you’re tied down, boy, you’ve been tied down and spit on