Anxiety Attack - Foetus, Scraping Foetus off the Wheel

Well I swear on a stack of Bibles

Double goddamn and a carton of Hells

I just did a pound and I ain’t going back in again

Hubble bubble grime and stubble

Like a vulture picking thru the rubble

You be looking at me, you be looking at trouble (amen)

Just a man with a mind like a scrambled egg

And a past splattered in the road

Well I’m at home sweet homicide down Stress Me Street

And I eat nothing but dirt, they say you are what you eat

I always tell the truth, even when I lie

This phoenix has caught back on fire

There’s a pressure in my skull and it’s going to crack

There’s a pressure in my head and it’s going to attack

There’s a pleasure in my skull and it’s going to crack

There’s a pressure on my person and it’s going to attack, attack

Frankincense and Frankenstein

And frankly I don’t give a thin dime

For two bit failing seminaries

Filling heirs with ten Hail Mary’s

I always tell the truth even when I die

This Foetus has caught back on fire

There’ll be an empty clip in my .45

'Cos my life’s going to take a dive

Well I swear on a stack of Bibles

Double goddamn and a carton of Hells

I just did a pound and I ain’t going back in again

I can’t eat no more dirt…

Attack