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