I've got a bandage upon my shoulder
Hey honey, honey,
don't you like my sense
of humour?
I'm only joking, I like attention
An d not to mention a
little delicate cuisine
I wear a suit, bad day, bad day
But at night I'm coming
up from underground
Like a mogul up
Coming up from the underground
Like a mogul up
I'm coming up from
the underground
Like a mogra
I'm coming up from the underground
Like a mogra
I'm coming up from the underground
Like a mogra
There is another,
body a brother I've got it pricking me from within
It has no need, for food or water
It cancels all of my virtues in
Though we're the same man,
I wanna kill him
When I'm about to lose my mind
I feel a trickle,
but I cannot precisely locate
Where it both delights and disturb s
I'm coming up from the underground
Like a mogra
I'm coming up from
the underground
Like a mogul up
I'm coming up from the underground
Like a mogul up
I'm coming up from the underground
Like a mogul up
I've
Put it, put it, put it, put it
Yeah
Put it, put it, put it, put it
Body, body in
my mind
Body, making my
taste grind
Body, body in
my mind
Body, making my teeth grind
Move it up, move it up, move it up,
move it up
I'll next time.