That Black Bat Licorice

What? Behave yourself Behave yourself You need to behave yourself, boy Yeah, she's built for speed like a black castrum doloris Good for the needy, like Neechy, Froyd and Horris But I'm skin, flint, broke, making no money, making jokes But baby, I won't joke with you My feet are burning like I roll 'em in hypocaust But the Roman's are gone, they changed their name because their lost She writes letters like a jack chick comic Just a bunch of propaganda, make my fingers histrionic; like this, and this I mean, she's my baby But she makes me get avuncular And when my monkey is jumping I got no time for making up for her I fantasize about the hospital The army, a silo, confinement, in prison Any place where there's a time to clear my vision I spit it out Whatever's in my mouth Just like that Black Bat Licorice Yeah, that Black Bat Licorice That Black Bat Licorice That Black Bat Licorice Yeah I wanna cut out my tongue and let you hold onto it for me Cause without my skull to amplify my sounds it might get boring I've got the wit of the stickers with atomic lock precision And the faces of the moon directing all of my deicisons like this Women need to know, I play dumb like a lumbo And get my feelings hurt and move to NY like i'm Dumbo Don't you want to lose the part of the brain that has opinions? To not even know what you are doing Or care about yourself or your species in the billions Yeah, I have to spit it out Oh, whatever's in my mouth I have to spit it out (behave your self) Just like that Black Bat Licorice That Black Bat Licorice That Black Bat Licorice, I never liked it, I never will Now state the same damn thing with the violin Whatever you feed me I feed you right back But it will do no good