No wine for witches and it’s a shame And the finest stitches write your name She’s got a lockbox that she keeps from all to show But the combination was forgotten long ago Run over me with satanic wheels Do you know how that leather feels? Do you know? No time for martyrs this time around As I get smarter, I’m gonna burn you down Run over me with satanic wheels Do you know how that leather feels? Do you know? Just like a tainted horoscope Just like a touchy-feely grope Just like a bloody overcoat Just like a sinking pleasure boat I get my advice from gas boy I get all of my gas from advice boy Let’s get up, let’s get up and move Let’s get into the Smorgasbord groove And like my theory just proved When mountains are moved, views are improved And I, [Run over me with Satanic wheels] think it’s getting [Do you know how that leather feels?] better all the time Do you know? Do you know Do you know Do you know