That Black Bat Licorice

Behave yourself You need to behave yourself boy She's built for speed like a back castrum Deloris Good for the needy like Nietzsche, Freud and Horus But I'm skin flint broke making no money, making jokes But baby I won't joke with you My feet are burning like Roman hypocaust but the Romans are gone, they changed their names because they lost She writes letters like a jack chick comic Just a bunch of propaganda make my fingers histrionic Like this I mean, she's my baby but she makes me get avancular And when my monkey's jumpin', I got no time to make it up to her I fantasize about the hospital The army, asylum, confinement prison Any place where there's a cot to clear my vision I spit it out Whatever's in my mouth Just like that black bat licorice Yeah that black bat licorice That black bat licorice That black bat licorice I want to Cut out my tongue and let you hold on to it for me Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring I've got the Wit of the staircase with atomic clock precision And the phases of the moon directing all of my decisions Like this When I need to know I play dumb like Columbo And get my feelings hurt And move to New York like I'm Dumbo Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions? To not even know what you are doing? Or care about yourself Or your species in the billions? Yeah I have to spit it out Whatever's in my mouth I have to spit it out (Behave yourself) Just like that black bat licorice That black bat licorice That black bat licorice I never liked it I never will Now say the same damn thing with the violin! Whatever you feed me I feed you right back But it won't do, no good