My vision of the surrounding terrain is very very sketchy
I broke my gla**es head bu*ting Francis Dec
Be careful where you're walking
Cause someone or somethings
Faint cologne is a queer
And be mindful of the motherf**ing bats and rabid rabbits
You'd be crazy to feed the sh**ting ghost
And nobody even knows what's in that funky demented-looking shed
B-E-L-L-A-W-O-O-D
Spells Bellawood
And I would leave if I could
But i've been cut by the brambles
And i want you to see...
The infection is spreading inside of me
Strange things keep happening
There's a monster inside of me
It's been growing, look closer you can see
If I get to heave, my dear mother would cry
Ain't no boys with monsters in their insides
Accelerating faster through the sticks it nearly k**ed me
But my new skin's made of sticks 'n' stones 'n' bones
So come on in, throw a punch
Ah the mind's a terrible thing to chuck in the waste basket
They say it and I believe it
The soul is disposalbe though so show me
To the janitor and the janitor's closet
B-E-L-L-A-W-O-O-D
Spells Bellawood
And I want you to see
The infection is spreading inside of me
Strange things keep happening
Strange things keep happening, all around my head
Strange things keep happening