Songtext von My Statement Of Misintent

You open wide, then you turn it away Instead of insisting, take my meat from the bone like I'm a raw steak I wanna go home Disconnect me, levitate me Wrap me up here so succinctly And plug it in, baby inch by inch Cos I don't think I can take another minute B-b-b-b-bounce, so I bounced up and down Just like you said when I wanted to leave town screaming One two three momma put me to bed soon No one gets off lightly when they open up this spoon This spoon Numbers, now we're talking numbers "Public enemy, number one, at you're service Up close and personal, sticks and stones, Shit man, bring your tanks, and all the whores who ever sanctioned their invention My intention is not to come across there like, I'm the man, but if you want to raise the subject, Here I am - pleased to meet ya, hope you guessed my name Let's just say the Vatican burns if I get my way" Disconnect me, entertain me, Wrap me up here in your bullshit And stick it in, baby inch by inch ... Disconnect me