We are El Diablo
Slipping dirty magazines
In and out of limbo's lobby
All dirty-dish stalemated
Hooked and slated for
Kook-town perpetuation
Keep my uneven
No prescription normalization
Keep my uneven
No prescription normalization
Not enough to look forward to
When people are sold to
Make a livin' off their soul dyin
No need to buy in to buyin
Or to brain-splat your words
Like some f*cking Thompson
Keep my uneven
No prescription normalization
Keep my uneven
No prescription normalization
And the Devil's got his hooves
Dipped in second-nature