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 voodo from our stars
We got a deadly weapon
We call it Bri's guitar

Chorus

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

Chorus

Said we should be nice boys
Like all those other wimps
I talk about conspiricies
Then you crack the whip