Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall |
| Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl |
| You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head |
| You should have listened to the priest at the confession |
| When he offered you the sacred bread |
He knows, you know, he knows, you know |
| He knows, you know, but he's got problems |
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind |
| Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind |
| You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head |
| When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened |
| You were walking with the dead |
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know |
| He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know |
| But he's got problems, problems, problems |
He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door |
| Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore |
| You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head |
| You should have listened to your analyst's questions |
| When you lay on his leather bed |
He knows, you know, he knows, you know |
| He knows, you know, but he's got problems |
Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane |
| You learned your lesson far to late from the links in a chemist chain |
| You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head |
| You should have stayed at home and talked with father |
| Listen to the lies he fed |
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, |
| He knows, you know, but he's got problems |
| He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know |
| He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know |
| You know, you know, you know |