[Verse 1]
(Guess I'll knock a score off)
Sit the human down, children watch the flesh rot
He slips a fresh specimen discreetly from his dress up
In one swift action the professor whips his specs off
Dissembling his features like a toddler in a sweat shop
We just drowned his future in a warm glass of egg nog
Sir, this is the Walt Disney ending that we dreamt of
The juve he
Gripped you in a jiu jitsu leg lock
Head shot
Caught the left temple with the pet rock
(Shing!)
In the rented shack, bent double, looking scrawny
Beetles all crawl from the sink and start cooking for me
We'll be sipping port on the porch, swapping hooker stories
Muddy feet melting on the floor boards, pushing forty
Manifest a shotgun and rocking chair
Is that a jealous phrase stuffed crudely in your pockets there?
Sir, my suspicion is your innards are beyond repair
We'll need a vial of blood, a drop of spittle and a lock of hair
(Gimme)
Never!

[Hook]
Hands off the precious things
Keep 'em all sealed up in inch-thick leather skins
Cherry red paint job
Fresh set of devil wings
Twenty four hour gang
Gale force second winds
Yeah
So prop the night up
Confessions of a hawk moth
You want the back alley mind fuck?
Guess I'll knock a score off
[Verse 2]
Yeah
She was found semi-dressed in some random ends
Pulling stupid faces for a tiny, shattered camera lens
I heard you had a full case of bourbon and I brang my friends
He shut the door
Hold my empty cup while I plan revenge
Jheeze
Guess we're in hell
He joined hands and sang songs through the grim spell
I was out the door
Ring bell for intel
Flick through the keyhole
Skin cell by skin cell
He's had his fingers in his ears this whole annum
His nails grew in to his brain, slicing through the gammon
We devoured every shred and now the killing fields are barren
So we ran the rations dry, gather round and split the atom
Day fifty four: Still drunk, still marooned
Snoozing on an island in these sweet, liquor-filled lagoons
Soon they'll arrive, with barely blinking eyes
Screaming we will need your relics, your cigars and your silver spoons
Never!

[Hook]
Hands off the precious things
Keep 'em all sealed up in inch-thick leather skins
Cherry red paint job
Fresh set of devil wings
Twenty four hour gang
Gale force second winds
Yeah
So prop the night up
Confessions of a hawk moth
You want the back alley mind fuck?
Guess I'll knock a score off
(Guess I'll knock a score off)
(Eh)