Feed the Loins to the Lions

I admit it's true, when I drag my net through you
I never catch nothing and I start to move
Like a caged animal with a taste for blood
Like a man I used to know probably would

You shake that stick like there’s something on your mind
I think that something smells like cheap wine
You want to take me on
Well I hope you like it raw

I've been standing in the creek
My pants pulled up to my knees
The little fish swim by
The full moon lights the sky

With one knee on my chest and the other my throat
You tell me it's a joke, all mirrors and smoke
You can tell a lot about the mind of a man
By the way he shakes your hand