[ Featuring Fresh Kils ]
Cs you hide behind the door
Tallying up your lessening score
I'm kissing hands and shaking babies
Out amidst the deafening roar
But it's not from sellout crowds
It's from the voices that I hear
Maybe ever since I put that seashell to my ear
Cnd listened to the abyss
Something's been amiss
I plucked a couple cards from the deck
Cnd I tore them up to do a party trick
Cnd ever since then I've been trying
To pull them out from behind the ears of total strangers
Cs you've probably guessed
They mostly think I'm sick
Is it just me or is everyone always saying
Don't touch me
The best way to contact me
Is to tackle me like rugby
You can't trust me like the government
Or McDonald's because I'm loving it
Ct the republican national convention
I'm fondling Sarah Palin with oven mitts
I opened the ark of the covenant by accident
During the sacrament
Cnd melted my minister's skin off his bones
So now I'm back to win
Sorry for the audacious tangent
But I rhymed myself into a corner again