He's the man
Selling acid
And new age beliefs
He particularly enjoys sending letters with money he spent
And he's sending ricin to the president
The only girl he'll ever like, has the astatine touch
And she puts him to sleep
He prefers her to any other
She tastes like poppies and kills with cysts
He's the man, underground chemist
He haunts me but I want him
In my system
The release is better than any I've seen
His presence stains me more than nicotine
He's the man
In hallucinations I get
And I'll lie in wait for hours in silence
I have to choose another
I don't wanna! x11
