Boris! Meet your maker!
Ah, I'll tell you later
It seems this scene has us careening down an elevator
Must have been dreaming to think we'd make a clean escape
I doubt that one machine here could make it past a regulator
Swear we never had this many levels, where's the excavator?
What's so scary 'bout a library and a record player?
Thought I'd find the angel in a basement more dilapidated
This is kinda tasteful, Alice, tell me who's your decorator?
I never make a lady wait, I guess you'd say that I'm a player
Angel wants a date and I would really hate to aggravate her
Boris, don't you worry, I would never let her separate us
Told you, where'd you go?
Damn, guess I'd better go and save him
Alice thinks that hacking up my pal is gonna medicate her
Fallacy! The treatment that this gal would need is an eraser
Rap against an animator? Alice, get back on your paper
Rhyming on the multiplane, my lyrics work on several layers
If you thought that demons were your problem right now
Well, the angel's on the stage so pipe down
If there are secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down
So you're on the path of the starving artist
But at the heart, well, the art is heartless
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
Start and depart for the art of darkness
Out of the deep dark depths below
Three ne'er-do-wells will avenge their souls
With a spanner and a wrench and a thirst to quench
Hi-ho, it's off to work we go
Heave-ho! Fisher's coming, crawling out the sea foam
Giving you the Willie's as I'm stepping off my steamboat
Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod
I've some deadly black spots for the clod who left us below
Should have headed for the bread line
Never ever meddled with a pencil lead and bread lines
Monkey with a wrench might
Thunk you in the head, Henry, can you see the headlines?
Animator dead by an enemy he designed!
There once was an Angel who swallowed a spider
It wriggled inside her and out came the Striker
Who'd have thought your silly little villain for the children
Would be killing for your heroine, so let her win or die first
If you thought that demons were your problem right now
Well, the angel's on the stage so pipe down
If there are secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down
So you're on the path of the starving artist
But at the heart, well the art is heartless
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
Start and depart for the art of darkness
There's no need to be scared now
It's all the fun of the fairground
And I would say I'm on fair grounds
To take a little revenge now
Everybody's heard of Bertram Piedmont
Because my work pertains a certain frisson
A hurtling free fall, disturbing demons
Are out of season, so must you keep on?
Are you caught in a spin?
Well, it's a shame that your organs and limbs
Will be lost in the ink, well, it's awfully grim
Did you want to be him? Walter better man than you've ever been
It's a downward spiral, time you felt a
Little hell up in the Helter-skelter
No help or shelter, board the ride
Don't you know you've got to be this tall to die?
So sing along to the bouncing ball
Wave your flags and renounce these halls
You may have been sacked from this pantomime
But a pal of mine wants you recalled
So march along to the count of four
Astound at the scoundrel crowd you've drawn
Left stranded and damned to this mangled form
To abandon us here was an act of war
It's laughable to think you'll bring back the norm
We've ink, but no malpractice forms
"But Henry! You never gave a crap before?"
'Til we trapped you down 'neath the factory floor
Clap along to the rapturous score
Three rounds down and back for more
To find the keys in chapter four
Remind me, where've you heard that before?
If you thought that demons were your problem right now
Well, the angel's on the stage so pipe down
If there are secrets that you want to find out
Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down
So you're on the path of the starving artist
But at the heart, well the art is heartless
Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
Start and depart for the art of darkness
Well, I dropped in from the top and now I've got to block the
Monsters popping off of Nosferatu's rostrum
Preposterous that after this my Oscar's will be posthumous
I lived for my work, but I died to stop them
Stationery should be stationary, shouldn't talk back
I need a shrink, I'm on the brink, the ink has fought back
Thought that the Apocalypse was supposed to live on horseback?
Screw that, deliverance was hidden in the Rorschach
That's all folks
Keep dreaming
