send corrections to the typist Mad Child Rattlesnake Jones Chorus x2 We want you, to take a good look at what we do Not the type that you can see right through Cause you never know what we might do, uh huh uh huh Prevail I see the glowing orbits, of time warps and forests Of darkness before us, orbits turning gray From what I bring out of my medical tray, perpetuate Prevail wondering the alphabet is the predator and the prey Dont let em walk away, broken in the bone yard, smokin in the boys room Smokin in the pattern that consumes you like a vacuum The warship I dock, is a property of his worship Its awkward when we talk about morbid conditions Vividly described, from this side of the lie detector Cypher nectar, from the bloss of natural toxins, approach with caution Blow flames in blue like they dance on the oxygen Lost again in space, allow us to demonstrate, how it all generates Promoters to engines, machineguns to hand grenades renegades of vengeance Swollen Members, Battleaxe Records I have the only potent gift That is the kind without having to speak too loud Im confident my crew can keep them out when Im Looking in your eyes Mad Child Monarch and the anarchist, I smoke nicotine he smokes cannabis And sip on Bombay sapphire, I drink Jack Daniels He thinks things through I begat, mediocritys not possible Opposites attract, ACDC Back in Black Sabbath Agatha Christie cars named Christine Hard to deal with agin when you still feel fifteen Combat stance tarantula, this approach is soft but deadly Come in low slow but kill you gently We some monsters in concert, the sharpest flyin in on magic carpets Try to offend end up in coffin Im oftenly wrong, you can tell Im off when Im looking in your eyes Mad Child Rattlesnake Jones Chorus x2 Prevail The dagger gala youre all invited, mouth of a black hole Poseidon could dive in, and die from the diamond cut, raisin it up As if were not amazin enough, dine on the braggart Time to push forward, more words the better heart line beats jagged Electric green, pesticide muster gas and mustard greens Thats what it mustve been Mad Child We like muscle cars, not bar stars, no Singapore sling We swing at the hard bar, hardcore Used to sleep on cardboard tell your folks that it aint no hoax When Im Lookin in your eyes Mad Child Rattlesnake Jones Chorus x4
rattlesnake, prevail, child, mad, jones