Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
      Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowl (1)
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
      You should have listen to the priest at the confession when
he offered you the sacred bread

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know,

      but he's got problems.

Fast feed, crystal fever (2), swarming through a fractured mind
      Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind (3)
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
      When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened,

you were walking with the dead
      He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know
      but he's got problems, problems, problems

He knows...

Slash wrists, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door
      Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap

that the razor tore
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head
      You should have listened to your analyst's questions when you
lay on his leather bed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
      but he's got problems

Blank eyes, purple fever streaming through the frosted panes
      You learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chain
You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head
      You should have stayed at home and talked with father listen
to the lies he fed

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
      but he's got problems
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
      he's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know
you know, you know, you know