Bellawood - Evangelicals

My vision of the surrounding terrain is very very sketchy

I broke my glasses head butting Francis Dec

Be careful where you’re walking

Cause someone or somethings

Faint cologne is a queer

And be mindful of the motherfucking bats and rabid rabbits

You’d be crazy to feed the shitting ghost

And nobody even knows what’s in that funky demented-looking shed

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 killed 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

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