Mudbath

	now I feel it again
	it's the old silent friend
	having a feast in my lungs
	every now every then
	there's a tickle within
	and it scares me to death
	you have heard it all before
	you don't want to hear no more
	'cause you know which way it goes
	on my cold bathroom floor
	I lay down 'till I'm sore
	pouring mud on my skin
	'cause I feel it again
	it's the old cytoid friend
	may he choke in the mud
	you have heard it all before..