"Unclean" Lyrics

I got solution I got the grip
I got to change I got the sickness
Lusting faces green and red
The cash is burning holes in my head

This is the murder train
This is the murder train
Powered on these lives that feed
Lives falling unclean

Rats in paradise

I got solution I got the grip
I've got to change I've got the sicknesss
Positive for all to see
These lives fallen unclean

I am unclean
Take it up the backside, unclean

Rats in paradise

I am unclean
Take it up the backside unclean
I am unclean
I am unclean
You not the whore
I am. Unclean.