Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall

Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowl

You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head

You should have listen to the priest at the

Confession when he offered you the sacred bread



He knows, you know, he knows, you know

He knows, you know, but he's got problems



Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind

Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind

You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head

When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened

You were walking with the dead



He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know

He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know

But he's got problems, problems, problems



He knows... Slash wrists, scarlet fever

Crawl under your bedroom door

Pumping arteries ooze their problems

Through the gap that the razor tore

You've got venom in your stomach

You've got poison in your head

You should have listened to your analyst's

Questions when you lay on his leather bed



He knows, you know, he knows, you know

He knows, you know, but he's got problems



Blank eyes, purple fever streaming through the frosted panes

You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain

You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head

You should have stayed at home and talked

With father listen to the lies he fed



He knows, you know, he knows, you know

He knows, you know, but he's got problems

He knows, you know, he knows, you know

He knows, you know he's got experience

He's got experience, he knows you know-aca