I got the drip runnin' into my arm. It got me fillin' up on fluid like a water balloon. A gene modified and out of control. It got me creepin' up the walls like a speedy baboon.
No plan behind it. Just a man behind it. No meaning to it. Don't do no kneeling to it. . Ain't no real snag. Ain't nothing but the good old gag. Ain't no song to sing.