Wired on the slam of crank
Don’t you hang up the phone!
Internal conflict riddles my brain
Think I’ll blow my head off

Wired with a meth cook
9 mm inoculation
Lift me higher, take my breath
Who’ll deliver me from this body of death?

Using me up to the bitter end
Death is naked before God, destruction lies uncovered
Brings all things to the light
Over and over and over

Paranoid and lab aware
Butane Tunnel Red phosphorous glow
Fist full of bees, watch the children change
Don’t anybody speak English in the grave?

When you come to collect my body
Watch for the trip wires cyanide loaded
Cristina baby, I’m sittin’ on a bomb
I’m the Crypto boy in the mutant mob

I’m a God with spoon and syringe, this is where the pain ascends
I’m a God with spoon and syringe the world of darkness where death begins
I’m a God with spoon and syringe, chalk one up and let’s pretend
I’m a God with spoon and syringe, oh’ sweet Jesus be my friend

How do you like me now?
Bet you wish you stayed near the cross
As long as I have life in me
Got to get off that movie star stuff