and a little to the right.
out sucking bones in the middle of the week on a friday night.
dry blood and tobacco ash spreading rumors about the flavor,
give me a fork and a napkin and i'd be glad to eat my neighbor.
"he's crazy! he's crazy!"
oh just a little bit, maybe.
but it's valentines day, baby-
so forget about the score.
invite me inside like you never did the poor.
we can talk & cause a ruckus,
we can bury a hatchet.
we can blaze a few nuggets and give the cold to our jackets.
i've got a dim lamp and a few words i could say,
cause like i said, baby-
it's valentines day.
oh and don't worry children,
i don't expect you to get it.
but if you want the answer-
ask the television why influence was never mentioned in the credits.