There ain’t no neon here—
all light has disappeared.
There ain’t no night or day—
no high-speed vice to blunt the pain.
But he’s at home in the dark
where he don’t have to hide his heart.
He ain’t like all the rest—
slaving—speeding to his death.
The Gutterman, he ain’t got no plans!
The Gutterman don’t give a good god damn!
They say he gutter-can’t, but he gutter-can!
He’s a time bomb—a sleeper cell—he’s the Gutterman!
Your world threw him away
and flushed his future down the drain.
You thought of him as waste,
but he’s gonna get him a LITTLE TASTE.
The Gutterman, he ain’t got no plans!
The Gutterman don’t give a good god damn!
They say he gutter-can’t, but he gutter-can!
He’s a time bomb—a sleeper cell—he’s the Gutterman!
He sticks to the shadows,
fashioning your gallows.
He’s arming his payload.
He’s going TO EXPLODE!
There ain’t no way that you could stop him now.
There ain’t any more ways to keep him down.
There ain’t a fucking thing that you could say.
You might as well enjoy the bed you made.
The Gutterman, he ain’t got no plans!
The Gutterman don’t give a good god damn!
They say he gutter-can’t, but he gutter-can!
He’s a time bomb—a sleeper cell—he’s the Gutter—
Gutterman never had no chance!
The Gutterman’s gonna take a stand!
They think he gutter-can’t, but he gutter-can!
He’s the megaton bomb blast motherfuckin’ Gutterman!