[Jamie Madrox]
Rumor has it that we're bitter
Better lock you door just in case face of death wants to look at you tonight
With all the stars above, in the front row waiting for a slasher slow tonight
We're gonna give em their money's worth (in blood) tonight
We'll let the W.I.C.K.E.D. in, come on

[Madrox & Monoxide]
And it's pulling me in
With one foot in the ground they love to make my head spin
And it's pulling me in
Into the ground, so pull me under again