Lyrics:

I'm the picture of health

I'm called the evil one

We start a new religion

Now the fun's begun

Got the sex-beat from the Thunder T's

Got voodoo from our stars

We got a deadly weapon

We call it Bri's guitar



There's a method to my madness

It's something only time will tell

There's a method to my madness

Look inside my hell



When we got a message

They try and stop our song

Subliminal suggestions

You learned to play along

Once I lit a cigarette

They threw me in a cell

I think the hotel's burning

I hear those siren's yell



There's a method to my madness

It's something only time will tell

There's a method to my madness

Look inside my hell



Said we should be nice boys Like all those other wimps

I talk about conspiricies Then you crack the whip

"Well boy, you better shut your mouth You can't afford to bail

Now don't go telling secrets, This record's gotta sell"



There's a method to my madness

It's something only time will tell

There's a method to my madness

Look inside my hell