Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall 
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of a china bowl 
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head 
You should have listened to the priest at the confession 
When he offered you the sacred bread 
He knows, you know, he knows, you know
e knows, you know, but he's got problems 

Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind 
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind 
You've got venom in you stomach, you've got poison in your head 
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffened 
You were walking with the dead 

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know 
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know 
But he's got problems, problems, problems

He knows... slash wrist, scarlet fever, crawled under your bathroom door 
Pumping arteries ooze their problems through the gap that the razor tore 
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head 
You should have listened to your analyst's questions
When you lay on his leather bed 

He knows, you know, he knows, you know
he knows, you know, but he's got problems 

Blank eyes, purple fever, streaming through the frosted pane 
You learned your lesson far to late from the links in a chemist chain 
You've got venom in your stomach, you've got poison in your head 
You should have stayed at home and talked with father
Listen to the lies he fed 

He knows, you know, he knows, you know, 
He knows, you know, but he's got problems 
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know 
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows, you know 
You know, you know, you know