The Gnome tries talking to his head What does it tell him about him, about himself Do you want to be insane still? Whatever I do, my head, I do it for the thrill
Do it for the thrill A bit of a spill Got to walk for the kill Do it for the thrill
The Gnome's knife is stained with his blood A nasty glare, waiting on his prey to come His need to ride the Devil's woman Whatever he does, my friend, he does it for the thrill
Do it for the thrill A bit of a spill Got to walk for the kill Do it for the thrill
Come with me to the mountain top Let me show you the dreams we've bound The lady atop here, wishes you were here The Devil's mistress, she lays bare
For in the shadows there are lies The mistress rides, she rides the Gnome hard They set the world on fire The Mono Gnome he crawls