I put my head on the block
Swallow gum when I walk
I stick the arm with the needle
I left the punks with their rock
You got your face in the sugar
And your nose in the shit
You got your feet on the floorboard
Watch the wood start to split

I got the knife on my neck
Conduct the mind I will wreck
I suck the air out the ozone until there's just nothing left
You are the wool of a sheep, soft in the wind off my hand
Whether you like it or not, I hope you know I'm the Lamb

I got the vein of destruction, a gift of carnival man
I got your brain in my basement, I keep it all spick and span
I got the hounds of the hunt tied to a dеad cyprus tree
Whether I like or not thеy're always howling at me

I got the...
(Am I alright)
(Am I all wrong)
I got the...
(Am I alright)
(Am I all wrong)
I am the edge of extinction, end of comet on land
The leak in the boat and a fist of a hand
I'm the ash in the Earth, the water on the sand
The touch of temptation, the ledge of a step
Agh! AGH!

I got a bad bitch, buck tooth, hangin' out the ATV
She burnt down the bunker
So we living off of nicotine and piss
Drinkin' the abyss like subs in the open sea
We free-thinkin', space-sinkin' creeps livin' care free

I got the whole wide world in the back of my limousine
They pinky up, give a fuck, freaks sippin' Gallomin
My tank body, break, rip steel with my sex appeal
You cream butterscotch, soft sucker on a spinning wheel

Am I alright? Am I all wrong?
In the back of the hearse I'm driving, playin' my theme song
Are you ok? Are you just fine?
In the front of the line you're waitin', giving up your time

I put the knot in your neck
The spot on the fleck
The empty vessel of nothing
More than a force I will wreck
I am the dirt on your back
The wood from the bat
I'm turning cheek of defeat
The angry art of attack
I got the big game, sugar cane frame with the broken leg
A brain walking dynamite, I bang out the open plane
Buck, I don't give a single fuck, suffocate the fade of luck
(Are you ok? Are you just fine?)
Rip the skin off the bone, Mr. Scream and Moan
(In the front of the line your waitin', giving up your time)

Am I alright? (I got the...)
Am I all wrong? (I got the...)
In the back of the hearse I'm driving, playin' my theme song (I got the...)
Are you ok? (I got the...)
Are you just fine?
In the front of the line you're waitin', giving up your time