That Black Bat Licorice

Behave yourself
 You need to behave yourself boy
 She's built for speed like a back castrum Deloris
 Good for the needy like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus
 But I'm skin flint broke making no money, making jokes
 But baby I won't joke with you
 My feet are burning like Roman hypocaust but the
 Romans are gone, they changed their names because they lost
 She writes letters like a jack chick comic
 Just a bunch of propaganda make my fingers histrionic
 Like this
 I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avancular
 And when my monkey's jumpin', I got no time to make it up to her
 I fantasize about the hospital
 The army, asylum, confinement prison
 Any place where there's a cot to clear my vision
 I spit it out
 Whatever's in my mouth
 Just like that black bat licorice
 Yeah that black bat licorice
 That black bat licorice
 That black bat licorice
 I want to
 Cut out my tongue and let you hold on to it for me
 Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring
 I've got the
 Wit of the staircase with atomic clock precision
 And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions
 Like this
 When I need to know
 I play dumb like Columbo
 And get my feelings hurt
 And move to New York like I'm Dumbo
 Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions?
 To not even know what you are doing?
 Or care about yourself
 Or your species in the billions?
 Yeah I have to spit it out
 Whatever's in my mouth
 I have to spit it out
 (behave yourself)
 Just like that black bat licorice
 That black bat licorice
 That black bat licorice
 I never liked it
 I never will
 Now say the same damn thing with the violin!
 Whatever you feed me
 I feed you right back
 But it won't do, no good