I bumped your wound, and it began to seep
You sure are healing slow, ‘cause we can all still see the meat
(When) the Wizard of gore becomes potpourri
Start watching Seinfeld in the nude, smear your chest with gasoline

Is it tech, or just maybe sorcery?
Build a house made out of bones, the dusty taste is quite unique
The leaf thief seems to sleeve a lot of grief
2,000 maniacs mutated from the broken rib of adam’s eve

Something drips down from the mezzanine
Skin sags and billows across the room, looking like some melty cheese
Steaks for fangs are smiling through the speak
The secret of Dr. Alucard keeps eating me through symphony

I’m a powered down android
I’m the short leg on your chair
When will Rodney get respect?
When will Rodney get respect?

I’ve the power of grey skull
I’m the bath tub with cat hair
Blood so bright in higher def
Blood so red in higher def