I aint politician,I’m just a bad musician
whatcha gonna do for me?
I’d like to start a band with you
I’ll sing and you can learn to play the tambourine
I live inside of you
but you don’t belong to me
What’s my recipe?
A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical,
stirred with a bloody hand
A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal
and now I’m a mechanical man
I’ll give you the heads up
come o and get your legs up
open up the curtains,then we’ll start a hurtin’
Come on let´s do the creppy-crawl