Well you know about W.S., but what do you know about us?
Crooked cops raiding all the houses.
Don't move, don't even cough.
One hit's too much and a Thousand ain't never enough.
Immediate and uncontrollable son, try to ask yourself what side you're on.
Woke up and what do you know;
I've got a willingness to throw my selfrespect out of the window.

I've got my luck on the left, my chills on the right.
This kaleidoscope view looks out of sight.
Never knew that white color was the color of a lack of personal hygiëne.
I didn't know, but I've been blown up as if I were Daryll Gates.
Scarface freezes buth the tube rotates.
This one-night stand with the toothfairy looks very, very, very much like me.

You have Always brought me down.
I'll find the things I found again, so I don't have to wait any longer.
I gotta have it, I got to.
I gotta have it, I need to.
Don't try to tell me how it is to be someone like myself.

I feel like walking on the wall, and I really feel well but I can't breath
'cause it's simply clogged shut.
Between my ears I've got a complicated junction.
Friends call me Mister Sexual Dysfunction.
Oen thing I trust: In God We Rust.
Like God we trust but in God We Rust.
Could he have known that his wrath, his loveable son would be a crazed psychopath.

You have Always brought me down.
I'll find the things I found again so I don't have to wait any longer.
I gotta have it, I got to.
I gotta have it, I need to.
Don't try to tell me how it is to be someone like myself.