Baby you should be here, right here Don't know where you went but you're lost now Don't know where you went but you're gone now I'm looking right at you, but you're not there I'm seeing right past you, but you seem well aware Your body is here but your

To kill, is why I live My God, gives eternal life Slice you, I watch your blood flow Rotten brains, I feed 'till I'm full Pressure building, the body starts to swell The souls of my victims brings me great power Feasting on flesh by the hour Lungs

The skin that you're in is all soft now And your bones are dry as ice What you sitting round here for and why is that Cos everybody's pushing out babies now In the mornings I was getting high with you Well I thought I'd see you around but you're dead now

You can't be everybody's cup of tea Some like it bitter, some like it sweet Nobody's everybody's favorite, so you might as well just make it how you please You can't be, everybody's cup of tea Maybe your jacket is a hand-me down Maybe you slept with half

Everybody knows I'm here Well, you know I'm the hoochie-coochie man Everybody knows I'm here Don't you know I'm here The gypsy woman told my mother Before I was born I got a boy-child's comin' He's gonna be a son-of-a-gun He's gonna make pretty women's

And nobody's home How it was gonna be Guess we'll have to wait and see When you're talkin' to yourself You can fool yourself You came in this world alone So nobody ever told you baby So what'll happen to you baby

What goes around comes back to you Holy God man Well won't you lend me insight To your counterfeited tyranny Mouth fulls of christian view Thou hath to be blind Ends so plain to me Out of body and beside myself

I put your mother through hell, don't you mind I hate your brother as well, don't you mind, don't you mind I love you, don't you mind, don't you mind I got a plane in the middle of the night, don't you mind I nearly killed somebody, don't you mind, don't

I missed the last song I blame myself for just standing there too long When nobody's watching us The last song The light that's in your eyes, like everyone wants it to be Well can't you see that it must be this way Who knows who's wrong or right Just as

On our knees we'll feast on a sex show Spiral staircase spiral staircase Spiral staircase going down, paint your body red and brown They all came to the party and there's four to every stall Seems like there's another story bangin' Around every step you