I've got to hate something or someone
Maybe the next bitch I fuck
Won't try her game after game
I keep moving west and sex gets boring

Who planted this inside of me?

I watch a Farrakhan fuck the minds of the broken
But after the chase no love songs are found
I still watch Kennedy fucking Monroe

Who planted this inside me?

I see Jacqueline lick the dying wounds of the deadbeat generation
I hate the hippie fucks who've managed to spread more disease and start more wars
Now that they've come of age
You are the fish on the sand of my thoughts

Who planted this inside of me?

You are the fish on the sand of my thoughts
You are the fish on the sand of my blood
With you alone I can let my rage go

Let my rage go...
Who planted this inside of me?