Operator Please Terminal Disease

In the black of the night

There's somethin' waiting there to ba-ba-ba-bite

There's somethin' waiting in the shadows

And their looks for you to follow

The mystery creates a fog

Not even movement's separated

My pivotal knowledge is outdated

I wear my brain dead on my feet

Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease

Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease

I'll pull the trigger on four

It's not that hard to see you're dangerous

If I had hours I would fill no threat

I'd pick the locks on five

Out in a hidden space on fire

It's really hard to see the look that shines

The thoughts you thought oh baby forget them

Coz drinks and salads never mix

Tonight your skin is kinda white

You know you'll never ever cure it

So bite down your bottom lip

So bite down your bottom lip

And when you're feeling kinda queasy

And your eyes begin to shut down

The moon is shining it on your path

I wear my brain dead on my sleeve

Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease

Built tough! Road-tested, professional terminal disease