Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowl
Youve got venom in your stomach, youve got poison in your head
You should have listen to the priest at the
Confession when he offered you the sacred bread

He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but hes got problems

Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
Youve got venom in your stomach, youve got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened
You were walking with the dead

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
Hes got experience, hes got experience, he knows you know
But hes got problems, problems, problems

He knows... slash wrists, scarlet fever
Crawl under your bedroom door
Pumping arteries ooze their problems
Through the gap that the razor tore
Youve got venom in your stomach
Youve got poison in your head
You should have listened to your analysts
Questions when you lay on his leather bed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but hes got problems

Blank eyes, purple fever streaming through the frosted panes
You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain
Youve got venom in your stomach, youve got poison in your head
You should have stayed at home and talked
With father listen to the lies he fed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know, but hes got problems
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
He knows, you know hes got experience
Hes got experience, he knows you know
He knows you know