(J. Roberts)
Hemorrhage man
Bleeds from the face
Gets the red stuff
All over the place
He wipes it off
With his cape
Causing the maid
To go shit ape
He flies high
Over the trees
And picks his zits
As if they were fleas
He picks at the scabs
That cover his knees
While eating his favorite
Moldy swiss cheese
He looks for evil
With a watchful eye
When he was in college
He joined theta chi
And how is it that
He stops his foes
With a great rush of blood
From out of his nose