Degeneration

Crawl behind the mirror For the garlands that you stole Reflections of the iris The trashcan of the soul You can say it is religion Or some other fantasy But when I lay it out on paper The truth is plain to see Degeneration Degeneration Degeneration Degeneration Talking 'bout my degeneration I was a worm in an apple In the mouth of a pig Now I squirm under your scalpel Just to let you feel big You could say it's almost godlike The way you got me on my knees And you read me like the biblе The truth is plain to see Degenеration Degeneration Degeneration Degeneration Talking 'bout my degeneration Talking 'bout my degeneration Talking 'bout my degeneration Gonna drive around Your side of town Gonna sneak around Where you'll be found Gonna hunt you down Gonna steal your crown Gonna run you down Just to make you frown Just to make you Degeneration Degeneration Degeneration Degeneration Talking 'bout my degeneration Talking 'bout my degeneration Talking 'bout my degeneration