The Mad Conductor - Feed The Beast lyrics

Sex sells but you can get arrested if you buy it So I myself have yet to be a client Plus I'm dead broke and it feels wrong Like when I'm watching check and double check and it makes me sick to my stomach In 1936 I was posing as a derelict in a socialite society as an experiment Anita was my sponsor, I was her protégé Percilla was a k**a as she wanted me on the blade I like to make believe I'm a product of simplicity Born up on the Ozark range in Missouri One with the sticks and the banjo picks Far from the guns and the Rambo flicks A man told me that blood was thicker than the waves But he ran from the water when he saw it break the barricade Lucky man in his landlocked state And he hobbled my legs and now I can't walk straight Lycanthropic MCs from the green capes of Senegal Bouncing off the kennel walls like a tennis ball I busted out now I'm on the road to Zanzibar Me without a microphone it's like a ride through censored tar Remember back in the black days of Dracula Ma** packs of rats settin traps for me in Latvia Like Frankenstein in electroshock therapy A fractured spine and a loss of any memory I've long since fled the great state of Texas Running from an hour's worth of minutemen with d**hsticks Out of mind in their miserable lives And throwin knives just for crossing their invisible lines These are pitiful times here man, and I can't handle more My veins with royal blood are goin back to Bangalore I'm out of place on this planet full of humans On a crater covered satellite, rays are consuming I really know how many fish are in the pond And I can't count the stars on which I've wished upon There is no space between us I'm the floor, I'm the centipede, I'm everything and nothing at once.