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I aint politician, I'm just a bad musician whatcha gonna do for me? Do you have the taste for sex and blood and hate or really good Isd? I'd like to start a band with you I'll sing and you can learn to play the tambourine here's an invitation, no time for hesitation come and join my family I live inside of you but you don't belong to me I'm a reflection of you What's my recipe? A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical, stirred with a bloody hand A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal and now I'm a mechanical man I'll give you the heads up come o and get your legs up This is called 'the family jam' Together we'll stay hidden away for Armageddon and stick it to the man I live inside of you but you don't belong to me I'm a reflection of you What's my recipe? A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical, stirred with a bloody hand A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal and now I'm a mechanical man Charlie:[risos] "watch this shit, woman! Gonna learn somethin' right now" open up the curtains, then we'll start a hurtin' Come on let's do the creppy-crawl The show´s about to go down come on, I got the low-down together we'll make holywood fall I live inside of you but you don't belong to me I'm a reflection of you What's my recipe? I live inside of you but you don't belong to me I'm a reflection of you You look at me and what do you see? A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical, stirred with a bloody hand A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal and now I'm a mechanical man A half a cup satanical, a teaspoon puritanical, stirred with a bloody hand A quarter cup messiahcal, a sprinkle of maniacal and now I'm a mechanical man