Pam pam, I'm the butcher of the lamb
Slicing up what's good
Pam pam, I'm the pusher of the pram
Pricing up your hood
A single star, a drop of water, oh water
A million ways to feel alone
A wrinkled scar upon the brow of the lamp man's daugther
She lights the way to guide you home
Pam pam, I'm the battering ram
Busting down your door
Pam pam, I'm the splatter of the spam
Gushing on your floor
Pam pam, I'm a runner on the lam
Hustling his deal
Pam pam, I'm the summer of the slam
Wrestling is real
A single star, a drop of water, oh water
A million ways to feel alone
A wrinkled scar upon the brow of the lamp man's daugther
She lights the way to guide you home
You try so hard, you shouldn't bother, don't bother
You'll never make it on your own
You pushed and sparred, and turned your back
on your mom and your father
We're on our way to bring you home