First you twist the cherry
Then you taste the seed
You might be able to cover the spread
But you got to use some jam in between
Inside the world is a subtle disease
Pa**ed around by the air we breathe
You could say it was written on the wind
But it's not whispering
Am I just shooting at mirrors?
Trying to teach the cat to k** the bird
But I think you'll take me back again
At least that's what I heard
Another opening day
And the chumps wear the crown
The closer came out and with just 3 pitches
The big man put him down
He was the sylph of filth
Caliph of the cataract eye
Putting the ball where you want it to go
Is like catching a beam of light