| BORIS | |
| I'd like to take I like to feel wanted | |
| Taken up and take them tall | |
| I like to make a lot of generate the one eyed mouse | |
| Build 'em up and let 'em fall | |
| Just lay 'em on and leave the linen tight | |
| Taken up and take them tall | |
| Generate, lay them flat like monkey man | |
| Leave 'em built, right, stand 'em tie them down | |
| It's like sin | |
| Boris likes a lot of little things to kick | |
| Mix every single one that he could ever need | |
| Boris feed | |
| Let friend, spoon, friend, stone, lie | |
| Let's make/take, let's feel wanted | |
| Taken up and take 'em tall | |
| My shake, mines monkey paddle | |
| Boris knows and Boris likes it all | |
| It's like sin | |
| It's a killer she's a killer maker | |
| It reaches in and takes, from the back of your mind | |
| I'm not awake still alive | |
| 20 bucks has the back and see the lines | |
| I got a small, got what they call the lack | |
| A lack o' halfway cooked, bullets on my own | |
| I say I can't but I really mean I won't | |
| In their arm, or maybe up a nole | |
| I see it all | |
| See Boris has way of seein through my eyes | |
| He touches in a fashion, a master of mime | |
| Manipulatin me my arms and legs and spine | |
| He's got you pawed | |
| I'm sinkin told you wait, like a straight on Jew | |
| Let 'em hum |