Relapse

I’m back on my psycho rag,

And it’s a full moon tonight.

Keep your daughters inside

Because I tend to bite.

All the weird things you hear

And urban myths that you fear

Are just me cutting loose

After mescaline and beer.

Have you ever seen a person

With no inhibitions,

Nothing to lose and multiple

Mental conditions?

I’m the source of the madness

And whacked superstitions.

Lock yourselves up in church

Or I’ll show you perdition.