My friend got drunk at a poetry reading
We went down to Union Square
We were hungry like a New York City band
I cut off my hand
It grew back
My hands are like that
Sometimes
My hands grow back
The world was small
The size of a house
But the world was always out to get us
You're probably just a pathological liar
And I don't trust that type
You're just another clinically proven formula to drive me insane
Someone in the mud tonight stole half of my heart
And I sold my art
Recently my tendons have been severing themselves
I once was lost
Now I'm found
Recently the surgeons amputated my left arm
The one on the right is as good as new
Dancing in the woods last night
We saw a giant bat
I screamed
What the hell is that?
So make some f**ing noise
You've only got a few more years
Everything you do will outlive you
So make some f**ing noise
I know you can do it
I'm the one armed man
Even I can
Don't think you're safe
Don't think you're safe
I want everyone to be obese
Except for me
'Cause I can't do that to myself
Don't think you're safe
Don't think you're safe
I want everyone to be obese
So I can feed them to the parasite living in the shadow of the door
To the room where I was handcuffed
Beaten and taken away by a group of rogue federal agents
Almost k**ed me completely
Thanks to the dissociative fugue state that I'm in
And a lack of sleep and hydration
I am here with my guitar
Singing to you
Hey
I'm the one armed man
I can walk
But I can't talk
This will be your last day in the mud
Tonight
I'm taking you away