This is an advertisement for disaster
You're going to laugh on the other side of your mouth
I mo' blow my nose on your hankering
If you're getting in then I'm getting out
This is the third and final bout
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE
EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES
You get on my wick - well get off it
I'm going to burn the candle at both ends
I fell like I'm stuck in a maze...ment
With all dead ends
I wonder where this all extends
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM
AND SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE
EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN... EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES
This is the most transparent thing
That I ever didn't see
Spending all the time trying to think up things
(for the autobiography)
Don't I know you from somewhere before?
Weren't you a tonic to the nation?
When I saw you last, weren't you framed
By somebody else's latest Croatian?
You really know how to POLLUTE A GUY
You really know how to DILUTE A GUY
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE!
NOT DIRTY BUT THE NAME IS MUD
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON THE AMERICAN DREAM
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE
EXIT THE MAN WITH NINE LIVES
You wouldn't look so damned surrealist
If you didn't have an apple on your face
You're a blemish in my mind
A pockmark on the human race
WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE WASTE OF SPACE
THIS IS A CRIME WITHOUT PASSION
BLOOD WASHES AWAY BLOOD
FRATERNISE! PATRONISE! DEODORISE! SANITISE!
MIND A DROUGHT... FACE A FLOOD
I WANT TO VENT MY SPLEEN ON WHAT I'VE SEEN
NOT SOAK THE LENS IN VASELINE
Exit the man, the man with nine lives
Exit the man, exit the man