text: He spoke a script
  Dipped in the sort of talk to make you keep the gaze
  Its all a trick
  The slicked back slimy arms have got a war to wage
  Hes got a laugh like a crackling wire
  And he wants to put the bite marks on you
  He wants to put the bite marks on you
  And he twists my guts
  As the only thing thats repelling as his invitations
  Are his excuses
  And he said I am the conductor
  Put me in a terror pocket
  He did a stint
  Master in a craft
  Hed squint through his spectacle
  Hed drop a dirty hint if he thinks that he could impress you with the unacceptable
  And he has turned through all the pages with his fingers
  And covered them with goo
  And he wants to put the bite marks on you
  He wants to put them on you and it hurts my back
  Because the only thing thats as heavy as the adoration
  Is the days of hanging out on his lawn
  And he spilled without a sounding alarm
  And he frightened me to death
  When he said I am the conductor