Going Up

Written by Douglas Firestein

I’ve been working too long
I’m low on new ideas
Sometimes I want to scream
But doubt anybody hears

Busting suckas is rewarding
But it may be time to change
Every time i dish out a hurtin’
The method is always the same

I got this butter knife
And its going UP YOUR ASS
I got this sharpened pencil
And its going UP YOUR ASS
Skyrockets are in flight
And they’re going UP YOUR ASS
Hamster?
ASS!
Jelly bean?
ASS!
Cigarette?
ASS!
Always shit going up an ass

And I
CAN’T
STOP!

I’ve been looking back
Dug up my polaroids
Rememberin’ the old days
When i made so much noise

I’ve had time to reflect
I should do something pure
What will i do next?
I think i’m pretty sure

And I
CAN’T
STOP!

I need a therapist
To cure my ramming ways
Every time i see an ass
I want to insert things
“Please lord
Help me break free
Yeah right!!
just kidding”

And I
CAN’T
STOP!

(Ass, ass, ass)
(Ass, ass, ass)
Stick it in!
Stick it in!
(Ass, ass, ass)
(Ass, ass, ass)
Stick it in!
Stick it in!

Going Up

Street Logic (1976)