I chop and I change And the mystery thickens There's blood on my hands And you want me to listen? To brawn or to brain When the truth's in the middle Born of the grain Like all good riddles
B-b-burn the skin off And climb the rooftop Thy will be done B-b-bite the nose off And make it the most of Your kingdom
You kill when you talk And the enemy weakens Your words start to walk When you're not even speaking If my heart is a war Its soldiers are bleeding If my heart is a war, Its soldiers are dead
B-b-burn the skin off And climb the rooftop Thy will be done B-b-bite the nose off And make it the most of Your kingdom
I've lost and I've gained And while I was thinking You cut off my hands When I wanted to twist If you know how to dance To bony moroney He's doing the ballet On both of his wrists
B-b-burn the skin off And climb the rooftop Thy will be done B-b-bite the nose off And make it the most of Your kingdom
You're a between-the-lines person And your death is well overdue You suck the foot that kicks you You kiss the hand that hits you