The Warden

You motion me over, you need a hug Meaningful contact, a sloppy kiss A helping hand except it's all a sham You're most foul my pal It's all a bath of needles and gnashing, snarling nodding heads From you, my friend, my buddy, my pal What's all the fuss, where's your stomach? Why all the phony moods? What's with the guilt, why bring me in? This sort of thing takes two You better wake up wake up wake up Sleep is for animals and kids I am the warden, I'll take your blood I am the warden, I'll take your I hear you squawk in the canopy See you up there beating on your chest You poor thing it seems your heart is broken it's broke in two You make a mess of things again Jacking off into the mouths of a dozen dogs Leering into the mirror singing to your fetid lap What's all this commotion? Slow it down It won't be as bad as all that Keep it in front of you, think it out Yeah, put your finger on it You'd better watch yourself, watch it When I get through with you You won't be a man, you'll be a smell I am the warden, I'll take your blood I am the warden, I'll take your I'm laughing it up at times like this it seems I always do I slap you up, cheer you up, make you up It's a going thing I do a little dance - a jig You check me out, you're joining in The whole place is spinning as we spew it out A graveyard full I do an extra fancy, extra fancy fancy step 'cause I know it's my turn next I am the warden, I'll take your blood I am the warden, I'll take your