The Bite From Inside

(album: You're Gettin' Even While I'm Gettin' Odd - 1984)

It's all so sick
It's all so sick, so sick, so sick

What kind of soap is used in a bloodbath?
What kind of darkness brings a killer sleep?
What kind of rain will fall in the aftermath?
What kind of harvest shall we reap?

Lying on the couch, in the glow of my TV
There are several nations burning
If I looked, I'd start to see
But look and you are guilty
Whip the dancer, watch her twirl
White hats along the beach
Winning Kewpie Dolls for the girls

With every dirty deed, the jaws grow stronger
With every drop of blood, the tongue grows longer
Sleepless terror with no place to hide
That's the bite from inside

Briefcases drawn and loaded
These men travel in packs
Deciding mankind's future
Dropping good men in their tracks
It's deja-vu, a coup d'etat
Not for food or shelter
Just for good old moo-la-la
Life's candle, they will melt her

Sex and drugs and money
That's the way it's always been
When they call the man with bullets
The kiss-ass ass ass sin

Lying on the couch, in the glow of my TV
Remote control will set the station, but will never set you free

With every swallowed dream, the jaw grips tighter
With every ripped-up life, the teeth sink deeper
Sleepless terror with no place to hide
That's the bite from inside

That's the bite, that's the bite
That's the bite from inside
It's all so sick