Lyrics:

(Behave Yourself)
(Behave Yourself)
you Need To Behave Yourself Boy

she's Built For Speed
like A Back Castrum Deloris
good For The Needy
like Nietzsche, Freud And Horus

but I'm Skin Flint Broke
making No Money Making Jokes
but Baby I Won't Joke With You

my Feet Are Burning Like Roman Hypocaust
but The
romans Are Gone, They Changed Their Names Because They Lost

she Writes Letters Like A Jack Chick Comic
just A Bunch Of Propaganda
make My Fingers Histrionic

like This

i Mean, She's My Baby But She Makes Me Get Avancular
and When My Monkey's Jumpin'
i Got No Time To Make It Up To Her

i Fantasize About The Hospital
the Army, Asylum, Confinement Prison
any Place Where There's A Cot
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

i Want To
cut Out My Tongue And Let You
hold On To It For Me
'cause Without My Skull To Amplify My Sounds
it Might Get Boring

i've Got The
wit Of The Staircase
with Atomic Clock Precision
and The Phases Of The Moon
directing All Of My Decisions
like This

when I Need To Know
i Play Dumb Like Columbo
and Get My Feelings Hurt
and Move To New York 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

oh I Have To Spit It Out
whatever's In My Mouth
i Have To Spit It Out
(Behave Yourself)
just Like That Black Bat Licorice
that Black Bat Licorice
that Black Bat Licorice

i Never Liked It
i Never Will
now Say The Same Damn Thing With The Violin!

whatever You Feed Me
i Feed You Right Back
but It Won't Do No Good