[Verse 1]
Re-emerged from the dirt with a smirk
The burnt pretty boy
Inverted introvert, revert to the first kiss he stole
Preferred to observe than to flirt with learned imbeciles
He felt he deserved a turn at turning the world
But it burns before he gets a go, that's typical
She got under my skin as quick as twitches do
Now whenever our lips are unlocked I feel miserable

Counterproductive—I can’t spit rhymes when I’m kissing you
And I’m trying to bring the truth to the all-seeing eye
And with nails in his hands and feet
Got cross with the infidels
Just teasing, I’m not Jesus
Let alone Harry Biblical

Though you might make me a believer
Maybe the Bible’s not so whimsical
‘Cause if I can get inside your head it'll take a fucking miracle, and

[Chorus]
Jazza kept the souls in the drawer
Sign your name in blood, I'll put it in a hole in the floor
I don’t bite, I just want to get to know you some more
So I’ll show you my scars
If you let me open your sores
'Cause right now we're 'bout as cold as the dead of the dawn
[Verse 2]
I’m more Romero than Romeo
I chose to roam the globe in hopes of openin' some lonely souls
I’m toe-to-toe with overload, I'm floating off the broken flow
I froze to blow my bogey nose as Osho spoke of patience

I’m waiting, not lazy, just comatose
I dance the hokey coke for kids with polio and ride rodeos, I'm facety
Maybe you’ve noticed, I like to count my losses
As the gain peaks, taste me
They call me Dr. Strangespeak
I'm drowning, not waving in the mainstream
Screaming, somebody save me
But we haven’t seen many good-hearted people around these parts lately

I guess they don’t make them like they used to
Like cartoons from the '80s
But people are people and I still love 'em
Especially the ladies

[Chorus]
Jazza kept the souls in the drawer
Sign your name in blood, I'll put it in a hole in the floor
I don’t bite, I just want to get to know you some more
So I’ll show you my scars
If you let me open your sores
'Cause right now we're 'bout as cold as the dead of the dawn