[Jamie Madrox] Rumor has it that we're bitter Better lock you door just in case face of d**h wants to look at you tonight With all the stars above, in the front row waiting for a slasher slow tonight We're gonna give em their money's worth (in blood) tonight We'll let the W.I.C.K.E.D. in, come on [Madrox & Monoxide] And it's pulling me in With one foot in the ground they love to make my head spin And it's pulling me in Into the ground, so pull me under again