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All right, yeah, all right
All right, yeah, it's all right, yeah, all right
A blue-light Cindy
Well, I'm addicted
Killing black cattle is what they saw
I feel like something in the Congo
The dead were the women of the warriors
The last-grade roadshow
The canvas tilt goes
Arms and the wings in the Fillmore's hands
The rings are high ghosts
I keep them down low
Into the mind of a melting man
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
The scorpion sleeps right in my head
My poison dealer, the evil wheeler
Well, how can I make you understand?
Can you see it?
Well, if you feel it
The scorpion sleeps right in my head
My poison dealer, the evil wheeler
Well, how can I make you understand?
All right, yeah, it's all right, yeah, all right
All right, yeah, it's all right, yeah
All right
Can you see it?
Can you feel it?
The scorpion sleeps right in my head
My poison dealer, the evil wheeler
Well, how can I make you understand?
All right, yeah, it's all right, yeah, all right
All right, yeah, it's all right, yeah, all right
