He spoke a script
Dipped in the sort of talk to make you keep at bay
It�s all a trick
The slicked back slimy arms have got a war to wage
He�s got a laugh like a crackling wire
And he wants to put the bite marks on you
He wants to put the bite marks on you
And you twist my guts
As the only thing as repelling as his invitations
Of a dusky serf
And he said �I am the conductor,
Put me in a terror pocket�
He never slipped
Master in a craft he swept through respectable
Drop a dirty hint if he thinks that he could impress you with the unacceptable
And he has turned through all the pages with his fingers
And covered them with goo
And he wants to put the bite marks on you
He wants to put them on you and it hurts my back
As the only thing that�s as heavy as the adoration
Is the days of hanging out on the town
And it�s been a long time around
And he frightened me to death when he said
�I am the conductor,
Put me in a terror pocket�
Cause he�s trying to give me a ticket to a competition
And I don�t know why the odds are stacked
As he�s rolling out the running track