Here's to the one with the smokin' stare
Running through my head with a bolo knife
Chopping off the threads made up from looms
Of love and blood and hate and some empty tunes

Eyes killer cold black and bare
Freaky little tunes hanging solo
Sucking at the walls like a roll now
Making a cocoon when my brain fails

I wanna go back, I wanna go back
I wanna go back with a club and attack
I wanna take to my guns and break you
I gotta make my little foe take his own

I wanna go back, I wanna go back
I wanna go back with a club and attack
I wanna take to my guns and break you
I gotta make my little foe take his own

I've overgrown with the yellow mold
Just fizzing drones in a hollow dome
My funny nose dripping little groans
I'm so so cold in the marrow of my bones

I look at you as you take a snooze
Your skinny lips dripping rabid goo
I lift your chin and I grin at you
As you come to, man,
I'm running 'round your head
With a bolo knife

I'm gonna go back, I'm gonna go back
I'm gonna go back to a face, no more mask
I was in full bloom until I met you
I'm gonna shake my fetters, I'm breaking loose

I'm gonna go back, I'm gonna go back
I'm gonna go back to a face, no more mask
I was in full bloom until I met you
I'm gonna shake my fetters, I'm breaking loose