Oh, when you drop the bass, anything that matters isn’t anything that matters no more When you put on the face, you gotta tell the people that they gotta chop the pace and say Excuse me, do you have enough? And then everybody’s gotta huff and puff and puff And say oh. Wanna go but not right now So, when you drop the race, nothing really matters, and it’s nothing really matters no more When you put on your shoes, you gotta rev it up and tread it up and walk the blues and say Come on, do you have to change? Well, if anything is anything, it’s not the same We’re gonna huff and puff, huff and puff, huff and puff, we’re gonna blow the whole thing down You want more More More More, yeah it’s what you’re looking for Oh, when you drop the bass, anything that matters isn’t anything that matters no more When you put on the face, you gotta tell the people that they gotta rock the space and say Excuse me, while I pull out my stuff, and then everybody’s gotta huff and puff and huff And say oh. Wanna go but not right now So, when you flop the ace, nothing really matters and it’s nothing really matter no more When you put on your face, you gotta tell the people that they gotta chop the pace and say Excuse me, have you had enough? And then everybody’s gotta huff and puff and puff Huff and puff, huff and puff, huff and puff and You want more More More More, yeah, it’s what you’re looking for

Like a cockaroach, moving through the office building In the town that dreaded sundown, like a cockaroach Making all the pretty women screamin’ In the town that dreaded sundown, like a cockaroach Like a cockaroach, in and out of toilets swimmin’ In the human waste and refuse, grinnin’, like a cockaroach Crushed by the weight of souls, El Sol, shoe soles, just like a cocka-cocka-cockaroach Like a cockaroach, wigglin’ on the ceiling, dancin’ Watching people put their shoes and pants on Crushed by the weight of the fold, Fold, you fold, just like a cocka-cocka-cockaroach Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of Slippin’ out of, in and all around the toes Slippin’ out and crossing over manifold Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of Slippin’ out and kissin’ all around the toes Like a cockaroach, moving through the office building In the town that dreaded sundown, like a cockaroach Making all the pretty women screamin’ In the town that dreaded sundown, like a cockaroach Like a cockaroach, in and out of toilets swimmin’ In the human waste and refuse, grinnin’, like a cockaroach Crushed by the weight of souls, El Sol, shoe soles, just like a cocka-cocka-cockaroach Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of Slippin’ out of, in and all around the toes Slippin’ out and crossing over manifold Slippin’ out of, in, in, and out of Slippin’ out and kissin’ all around the toes

I'm sliding on my back, and I'm reaping what I sow Though I could tell you what you want to hear, i'll tell you what I know About the times, they are a'changing, and they're only getting worse Someday my ticket out of here's gonna be the coffin on the hearse The devil's on my back and he ain't cutting me no slack, Girl, I would do everything within my power, But my power's on the verge of heart attack So I slip into the cracks, sifting abandon into sleep Tonight, I will attack its people while you thrill me in my dreams I'll wake up wanting more, desire is such a filthy chore But besides, your loving's as sweet as a muffin, baby, so I know I'll be begging to score Your crotch cocaine is laced with the drug of my descent And regardless of whenever you may call, at any rate, I promise supplement So start your engines, rev it, tread it, I'll be waiting soon For your leapord-print crimson panties to drop in my leapord-print crimson room The devil's on my ass, and he's inserting the glass Girl, I would do everything within my power, But my power's not enough to make it last Devil's in my head and he's making me dream red Girl, I would do everything within my power, But my power's drowning in a pool of what it's bled And so I plan the sneak attack, the mental collapse of the state We are the hearts, us full of crimes and bars, and the crimes are always full of pain Your enemies are mine when your lips suckin’ up on my red wine And your body's tawdry, dotty, so the cannon fodder calls me to eschew its amplifying The devil’s on my back and he ain’t cutting me no slack Girl, I would do everything within my power, but my power’s On the verge of heart attack The devil’s in my head, and he’s making me dream red Girl, I would do everything within my power, but my power’s Drowning in a pool of what it’s bled Well, I'm sliding on my back, and I'm reaping what I sowin' Though I could tell you what you want to hear, i'll tell you what im knowin' About the times, they are a'changing, and they're only getting worse Someday my ticket out of here's gonna be the coffin on the hearse The devil's on my back and he ain't cutting me no slack, Girl, I would do everything within my power, But my power's on the verge of heart attack The devil's in my head, and he's making me dream red Girl, I would do everything within my power, But my power's drowning in a pool of what it's bled Devil's on my horse, steering me off course Girl, I would do everything within my power, But my power's not enough to bring remorse Devil's on my chin, slowly spreading his ugly grin Girl, I would do everything within my power, But my power's already way too deep in

The air was cold, and I was holding on to the holiness of her chest, I confess, as far as the rest goes I guess, in certain aspects of this mess, you could say i'm always looking out for my best when it came 'round time to be be exposed, my sights were nowhere to be found certainly not on the ground, but then not quite to her eyes, oh what a surprise I guess. i'll leave the rest to the imagination of the best-dressed guesser familiar with the process of fornication Her stare was cold, and I was hanging on to the realization from this moment, so blessed that I wept, over message that crept, over the nights that I slept, and over the tears and the sweat and the guillotine’s hanging over my head With the question left to be imposed, I was so slow to make a sound. What goes around comes around, sometimes ends up in lost and found but that'll be okay I guess, I'll just have to buck up and be the bearer of the bad news - after all, someone's gotta tell the family, don’t they? The case would fold, but I was going on, just to see how many lacerations told the story of great breadth, of a heavy heart on a heavy chest, of a heavy breast where it rests best where the bare-boned denizens invited them into the thin water, hey, won't ya swim? With my sins still left to be atoned, well, I was left frozen to the ground - Geneva conventions beneath inventions with the sound of a sudden halt in progress. I won't be the last bastard to quote the axioms of a dead poet to justify my actions even though I know that I done did wrong, didn’t I? The air was cold, and I was holding on to the holiness of her chest, I confess, as far as the rest goes I guess, in certain aspects of this mess, you could say i'm always looking out for my best when it came 'round time to be be exposed, my sights were nowhere to be found certainly not on the ground, but then not quite to her eyes, oh what a surprise I guess. i'll leave the rest to the imagination of the best-dressed guesser familiar with the process of reciprocation

Pardon the confusion of this tepid stance Obvious delusion coddled at a glance, coddled at a glance I’m just like a lion, hiding in the grass Waiting for the moment, jumping as you pass, ‘cause you’re my succotash Breathless incantations followed by a glow For the revelation, something apropos, something apropos Fires on the mountain, thick figurative expanse Consuming apparitions, baby, you’re my second chance, so I must take a chance You’re nothing like the one I thought I know It’s just a pity it’s not the thought I caught although, I know There will be conclusions pointing to the one that you think I stole Probably just lead me down the rabbit hole - it goes Rapid degradation ’til we lose control, I fold You me, and everyone, let’s go I’m not undercover, I’m not even fast Just a forlorn lover, rehashing the past, ‘cause you’re my succotash Fostered aberration, deviation dance Conquering the fable of my fad romance, so I must take a chance Someone must take a chance Oh my god oh my Oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god

Hello, ghost in the hallway, I'd like to stop and betray The thoughts suppressing the submission to this cabaret I wanted you to want me, even if just to shoot the breeze You wanted me to suck up on the fat lips of apology Want to get you flat on your back so you can see what I mean Maybe then we'll talk about the possible profundity Whose kiss reminisces of the bliss of the blistered abyss of this mister 'til then, I want you flat on your back Hello, wraith in the walkway, I want to stop the decay But the candles burning from both ends and you won't let it fray I wanted you to feel me, maybe even to the beat You touched in circles around conundrums to beguile me Now I want you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back I want you flat on your back, flat on your back, baby, baby Wanna get you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back Why aren’t you flat on your back? Hello, shade in the crossway, I'm gonna rock on the fray I'm gonna rev it up and wait for you to hop on valet Upon the hips of the of the apocalypse lips of Calypso where King Crimson sits Nasally drips sifting through the shifts of the insistence you're the shoe that fits I want you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back I want you flat on your back, flat on your back, lady, baby wanna get you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back I want you flat on your back Hello, ghost in the hallway, I'd like to stop and betray The thoughts suppressing the submission to this cabaret Whose kiss reminisces of the bliss of the blistered abyss of this mister 'til then, I want you flat on your back I want you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back I want you flat on your back, flat on your back, lady, baby wanna get you flat on your back, I want you flat on your back I want you flat on your back

Someone's always gonna come and fuck it up Well, I know that song to and fro Someone's always hovering above the muck, Plunging what hope you could bestow I don't care to disagree or respite facsimile It's just so and it's a bottleneck of sentimental Overflow, it's a goddamn fold I don't care if you don't know As long as I was aglow, Then I'll let it go But then someone's gonna come and knock it over, and When they come, I hope you know I told you so Something's always up the cuff of lady luck Buzzed and dangling from the fuzz below Phasing from the dowry of the big, red rough Condensation of a quid pro quo [Pre-chorus] I don't care if you believe a word that comes out of me It's just I'm told that i'm a knock-it-over rock'n'roller And I’m no stranger to blows I don't care if you don't know As long as it goes to show That I let you go Well, then, someone's gonna come and bowl me over And when they come, I hope you know You told me so One day maybe it'll all blow over, Until it comes, I hope you know I told you so Well, no one's gonna love you and you're on your own And I know that i don't know, But i told you so No one's gonna show up to the funeral And no one's gonna let you know I told you so

Futile, insipid, mundane Beelines for the profane Won’t you liberate me From this lecherous refrain? Well, I just can’t pretend it’s not the way that I knock Though cruel, it’s overshadowed by the way that I talk And hostage to disorder, ready to break the fall I’m taking, taking, taking control I’m breaking, breaking, breaking control I’m faking, faking, faking control Acrid, insidious, arcane Quelling riveting disdain Hosed and contemplating Ghosting lascivious sustain Well, I’m about to come with everything that I got To null the invitation to forget what I’m taught Hostage to my borders, but ready to make the call Hold me underwater I’m taking, taking, taking control I’m breaking, breaking, breaking control I’m faking, faking, faking control Well, I’ve been obstinate with every thing that I’ve crossed Nefarious and riddled with the tenants I’ve lost Hostage to an order, steady but reckless draw, I’ll be underwater I’m taking, taking, taking control I’m breaking, breaking, breaking control I’m faking, faking, faking control

It was almost as if some dull, lead, dud Scuttled his way into the shelter of a storm He mustered up enough supple, stuttered cut For stamped and brazen, festered tuft We’ll go on, off and on Lovely, lazy, hazy, buttered shunt For moppy, mazed and dazing shut When you talk and walk away from me We go down We’ll go down We go down, down, down Until we get low Feeling myself melt into the sheets Of a silky, Sunday-morning smoky-eyed surprise Your fettered dress and my broken canvas shoes They carve the path to our name We’ll get lost, caught to blame Well, you never told me nothing that amazed so much As when you grabbed my arm and you screamed Let’s just talk, let’s walk away from here We’ll go down We’ll go down We’ll go down, down, down Until we get low She said "If you don't feel, if you don't feel..." She said "If you don't feel, If you don't feel, If you don't feel like making love... Just go down” She said "If you don't feel, if you don't feel..." She said "If you don't feel, If you don't feel, If you don't feel like making love... Just go down...” "...Or we’re going down" We’ll go down We’ll go down, down, down Until we get low We’ll go down We’ll go down We’ll go down, down, down Until we get low