Chorus:. You're twisted, that's what you are. Just like a bee buzzin' in a jar. Frayed and ragged, spent and strained. Watchin' that water spin down the drain.
A crowd came in and sat down. And then a man began to yell. About savin' souls to heaven. And for the sinner there was hell. Well later on that night.
The room was dark. It looked like someone had to get out fast. A window open by the fire escape. "How long have you been following this guy?". The bell boy asked.