Bed Tundy
Fill the empty spaces with nefarious activities
I'm being pulled by my felonious proclivities
Look in the mirror with such crystal clear lucidity
Become more aware of my life's vacant obscenity
That ain't no way to go
Face down there on the floor
Wash off the blood
Then walk back out the door
So cold blooded that it almost seems amphibious
Absence of conscience so deceivingly insidious
Cracks in my soul they make everyone look hideous
But my friendly smile keeps the world outside oblivious
That ain't no way to go
Face down there on the floor
Wash off the blood
Then walk back out the door
That ain't no way to go
Face down there on the floor
Wash off the blood
Then walk back out the door
