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(behave yourself)(behave yourself)You need to behave yourself boyShe's built for speedLike a back castrum DelorisGood for the needyLike Nietzsche, Freud and HorusBut I'm skin flint brokeMaking no money making jokesBut baby I won't joke with you My feet are burning like Roman hypocaustBut theRomans are gone, they changed their names because they lostShe writes letters like a jack chick comicJust a bunch of propagandaMake my fingers histrionicLike this and thisI mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avancularAnd when my monkey's jumpin'I got no time to make it up to herLetras de cancionesI fantasize about the hospitalThe army, asylum, confinement prisonAny place where there's a cotTo clear my visionI spit it outWhatever's in my mouthJust like that black bat licorice Yeah that black bat licorice That black bat licoriceThat black bat licorice I want toCut out my tongue and let youHold on to it for me'Cause without my skull to amplify my soundsIt might get boringI've got theWit of the staircase With atomic clock precisionAnd the phases of the moon Directing all of my decisions Like thisWhen I need to knowI play dumb like Columbo And get my feelings hurtAnd move to New York like I'm DumboDon't you want to lose thePart of the brain that has opinions?To not even know what you are doing?Or care about yourself orYour species in the billions?Oh I have to spit it outWhatever's in my mouthI have to spit it out(behave yourself)Just like that black bat licoriceThat black bat licoricethat black bat licoriceI never liked itI never willNow say the same damn thing with the violin!Whatever you feed meI feed you right backBut it won't do no good From Letras Mania