[Part I]
[Verse 1]
You come on like gangbusters laying it thick
Arboreal Sleestak lost in the sticks
It's warm for a witch trial, don't you agree
Cold are the hands that would ever touch me
[Verse 2]
You got the energy of a classic creep
With sex vibe for miles and shark eyes asleep
No intuition, no need to sleuth
Poor is the man who would sully my view
[Guitar Solo]
[Verse 3]
A one minute story is all that you are
A song undeveloped, beyond the first bar
For all of your hustle, what did you win?
Woe is the man with the Cheshire Cat grin
[Part II]
[Verse 3]
You criticize life
You criticize pain
You criticize situations you've never been in
But dawn for the dilettantes will come soon enough
Alright
[Verse 4]
The panic is leaking through every clear pore
Your animus weakened acetylene torch
So root for the crucifix on the skull full of rot
Alright
[Chorus]
I'm in love with the people
I'm in love with a saint
I'm in love with a soldier from Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
Baltimore
[Instrumental Outro]