I see a woman with serpentine hair, and her eyes ablaze
I see a devil, underfoot of the woman and howling with a rage
Poor little devil, maybe she'll put you in a pretty little cage
I got stung last night
I got stung last night
It was by a prophet incarnate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I see a poor man with head held high and crawling out the ash
I see a poor man with a great stone hammer, breaking down your class
Keep swinging little poor man, you've got behind you all the punks and social outcasts
I got stung last night
I got stung last night
It was by a prophet incarnate
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh, huh, huh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I find no interest in the methodical stabilities of the sane
For, I delight in the shadowy corners of unhinged thought, eating up my bad brains
I got stung last night
I got stung last night
It was by a prophet incarnate
Writer(s): Lincoln Monroe Durham
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