Exit the Man With Nine Lives

This is an advertisement for disaster

You're going to laugh on the other side of your mouth

I mo blow my nose on your hankering

If you're getting in then I'm getting out

This is the third and final bout



This is a crime without passion

Blood washes away blood

I want to vent my spleen on the American dream

And soak the lens in vaseline


Exit the man with nine lives


You get on my wick
Well get off it

I'm going to burn the candle at both ends

I fell like I'm stuck in a maze-ment

With all dead ends

I wonder where this all extends


This is a crime without passion

Blood washes away blood

I want to vent my spleen on the American dream

And soak the lens in vaseline


Exit the man with nine lives


This is the most transparent thing

That I ever didn't see

Spending all the time trying to think up things

[For the autobiography]

Don't I know you from somewhere before?

Weren't you a tonic to the nation?

When I saw you last
Weren't you framed

By somebody else's latest Croatian?


You really know how to pollute a guy

You really know how to dilute a guy



This is a crime without passion

Blood washes away blood


Fraternise!
Patronise!
Deodorise!
Sanitise!


Not dirty but the name is mud

I want to vent my spleen on the American dream

Not soak the lens in vaseline

Exit the man with nine lives



You wouldn't look so damned surrealist

If you didn't have an apple on your face

You're a blemish in my mind

A pockmark on the human race



Waste of space

This is a crime without passion

Blood washes away blood


Fraternise!
Patronise!
Deodorise!
Sanitise!


Mind a drought
Face a flood

I want to vent my spleen on what I've seen

Not soak the lens in vaseline