He's got the mattes and chains
Got the messed up brain
Ball gowns don't complain
Drinking blood red champagne
They know, they know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know, they know
They know
Time to cleanse the door
No more paying their rent
There's a language on the floor
Written in footprint cement
They know, they know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know, they know
They know
