Owner of a lonely heart, I'm Minnesota in the coldest partBut this is Washington, the coast of sharksNo this is Waterloo, I'm BonaparteNapoleon Complex has pulled my bones apart[I'm no Joan of Arc]I'm lost at sea, oh so Noah's ArkUntil they fall for me like Owen HartI hope that's not in Bad Taste, like Peter Jackson's horror startOr over all their heads like the lower stars, or overwroughtThat means it's overwrote, so you could overlook itIt's Overlook Hotel when they go into the bushesThe snow is full of footprints that I madeI'll be your voodoo doll today, just poke into the cushionI feel the Evil Dead, coming from my feeble headUnraveling my sanity by a needle threadI see the trends, the secrets that are being keptLike anchors that I tie around my throat, I know it's sink-or-swimSo follow me, I'll be your cult leaderCody Koresh and the Throat BleedersI fell in love with the Helter Skelter on the wallsThat they'd crawl up when I'd Helen Keller to their callsThe Demerol that they pump through their veinsGets embalmed when they run through the flamesThe sun and the rainEither way, it's just the same when your eyes are closed like mineThe world can be at peace, but inside it's so unlikeUltraviolet“You come pointing guns in the direction of my wives and my kids, damn it. I'm going to meet you at the door every time. And I'm sorry some of you guys got shot. But, uh....God will have to sort that out, won't He?â€
