Yeah, you look good in that black light, Clothes gold like a mirror, Wanna see my reflection Your hands up like a question, Wanna get close, whisper something awful, I don't think the sugar cube told it to me I know when they come to dig us up, I know what they'll find Skeletons dancing, At the scene of the crime [instrumental break] I, I, I, I, I, I I, I, I, I, I, I I think I know what you're thinking: I run my mouth too much "That's low-pH talk. Big visions, huh?" Yeah, well I see plastic & gla** in shards, Actinides, twisted steel reply They're gonna know us by the hell of it, In that groove like a burial, Can you get down to it? I don't think the sugar cube told it to me I don't think the sugar cube told it to me (x3) I know when they come to dig us up, I know what they'll find Skeletons dancing, At the scene of the crime