Evil Lurks

Well here's a story open books can't tell

And it's a story that we know so well

Just like the crocodile hunter caught snakes

The same thing happens with our handshakes, yeah

Well impeccable your friends may seem

With dirty dishes in their bathroom sink

And at the party laughin' kissin' buttcheek

Leavin' mohawks on your toilet seat

When the shmooze is on you go bizerk, with all those perks

But when the party's over, feel like dirt, cuz evil lurks . . .

Well, profess to be w.w.j.d.

But turn your back on those who disagree

You should sit and worry bout your own bad self

Who you tryin to prove it to, you or me?

When the shmooze is on you go bizerk, you dive head first

But when the party's over, feel like dirt, cuz evil lurks . . .

Super-ficial-fagilous-conspicuous-alidoshus

Never trust someone who smiles too much it's a psychosis

Come to me with tricks up your sleeve and watch me get ferocious

Soak your feet on solid ground your hocus ain't too pocus

Hum diddle-diddle-diddle, hum diddle-i