Yeah, she's built for speed like a black castrum doloris Good for the needy, like Nietzsche, Freud and Horace But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes But baby, I won't joke with you My feet are burning like a Roman hypocaust But the Romans are gone, they changed their name because they lost She writes letters like a Jack Chick comic Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic Break 1: (toque o riff 1 e 2 de fundo para essa parte) Like this And this I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avuncular And when my monkey is jumping I got no time for making up for her I fantasize about the hospital The army, asylum, confinement, in prison Any place where there's a time to clear my vision Parada 1 toque riff 3 Yeah, that Black Bat Licorice That Black Bat Licorice (cante sem tocar) I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for me I've got the wit of the stickers with atomic clock precision And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions like this... Ponte: Toque o riff 1 e 2 durante essa parte Just like that Black Bat Licorice That Black Bat Licorice Now state the same damn thing with the violin! (Verso 3x)