The patient's best intentions have sadly faltered.
Despite his newly installed, varnished brain, and being
Force-fed gallons of viscous demented liquor, he is
Determined to obtain the new drone spiders' trophy.
He dreams of becoming the scorpion who never sweats.
Quite frankly i'm sickened to have this individual infiltrate
He talks of lascivious laughs haunting his every second
As the clock spits, clicks, and time speeds by in the
Form of a neon snake.
I fear for my safety.
He is as weak as his fellow man.
I am now surrounded by hypocrites, liars, drunks,
Clowns, fools, sycophants and the desperate.
I insist we barter with the moon to sell the patients
Cohesive lyrical maps in exchange for a vision of the
Stricken with grief, I have no choice but to turn to lethal
Hardcore Punk Paste.
Allstars takin' over...
Writer(s): Mike Stoller, Philip Geoffrey Ward, Jerry Leiber, David Randall
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