Light switch, yellow fever
Crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises
To the depths of a china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach
You've got poison in your head
You should have listened
To the priest at the confession
When he offered you
The sacred bread
He knows, you know
He knows, you know
He knows, you know
But he's got problems
Fast feed, crystal fever
Swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion
The blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in you stomach
You've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered
The vein lines stiffened
You were walking with the dead
He knows, you know
He knows, you know
He knows, you know
He's got experience
He's got experience
He knows, you know
But he's got problems, problems, problems
He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever
Crawled under your bathroom door
Pumping arteries ooze their problems
Through the gap that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach
You've got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analyst's questions
When you lay on his leather bed
He knows, you know
He knows, you know
He knows, you know, but he's got problems
Blank eyes, purple fever
Streaming through the frosted pane
You learned your lesson far to late
From the links in a chemist chain
You've got venom in your stomach
You've got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked with father
Listen to the lies he fed
He knows, you know
He knows, you know,
He knows, you know
But he's got problems
He knows, you know
He knows, you know
He knows, you know
He's got experience
He's got experience
He knows, you know
You know, you know, you know