|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, awfully deep |
|
I don't do mind games, I'm frame by frame |
|
I'm eighteen bits, I'm fourty-eight hertz |
|
My favourite tie-tie 'til my nicky lurks |
|
My flirt tactics are so damn sublime |
|
My long-john greased with slippery slime |
|
My prime cut, move ya butt, twist ya nut |
|
From ya don't know ish then keep ya mouth shut |
|
Hut one, hut two, hut three and hut four |
|
A terrible phase is spendin' money with whores |
|
A pastor say we shouldn't do that shit |
|
So we sit down, reflect on all the sins we commit |
|
How many 'Hail Marys' cut down on the dairy? |
|
Away with the fairies, how much do my fare be? |
|
Two travel-cards, my life's so hard |
|
I don't know my inch, from my foot to my yard |
|
Don't my body card make you part of me, pa? |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, awfully deep |
|
My sanity's back on the line again |
|
And last year, I said I wouldn't rhyme again |
|
But I'm back for punishment, time again |
|
If I should lose my good mind again |
|
Tell my management not to waste good money |
|
Sendin' me away to the farms of the funny |
|
Them places only make me worse |
|
They full of crooked doctors and kinky nurses |
|
That poke you in the arse and measure your schlong |
|
Put that tape measure down, that practice is wrong |
|
They thought I didn't know what was goin' on |
|
But I knew the crew and know their jaws were strong |
|
Claw-polma, oxidizer, what? |
|
Tell me doctor, why I got purple snot? |
|
I'm feelin' happy when I know I'm sad |
|
And now they wanna certify me mad |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, awfully deep |
|
They said, "Mr. Smith, please calm down, we're not here to hurt you |
|
You're feeling a little bit paranoid, your brain is over-heating |
|
You're overworked, you're underpaid |
|
And your body's taken a beating" |
|
And I said, "You're not seein' things like how I'm seein' things |
|
I'm seein' things that I don't wanna see |
|
I see the devil sit right before me |
|
Fire in his eyes as he spoke to me" |
|
Blinked, I blinked and I pinched myself |
|
I screamed for Jesus but it was no use, I had to face my painful truth |
|
Voodoo in the hills and I'm runnin' from ghosties |
|
Lightin' up the candles as the spooks approach me |
|
Voodoo in the hills and I'm runnin' from ghosties |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, I can't get no sleep |
|
Things are gettin' awfully deep, awfully deep, awfully deep |
