It's a storm

Understand me

They never will this

All we do we do for you

Shit gets old and demanding

It never fails to amaze me

When I see it all before me

If I were a freak who self-destructs

A ride for boys in monster trucks

The painted sluts training monkey men

I call to the door but they won't let me in

And the human fly gets smashed again

He mixes his blood with tonic and gin

And I choke on the sheep stuck in the company of wolves

As you raise up on your hind hooves

Daylight breaks

I see a face that used to cry

Where were you then

Somewhere off to yourself

There's too many people involved in the game