My vision of the surrounding terrain is very very sketchy
I broke my glasses head b***ing Francis Dec
Be careful where you're walking
Cause someone or somethings
Faint cologne is queer
And be mindful of the m************ bats and rabid rabbits
You'd be crazy to feed the s******* ghost
And nobody even knows what's in that funky demented-looking shed
B-E-L-L-A-W-O-O-D
Spells Bellawood
And I would leave if I could
But i've been cut by the brambles
And i want you to see...
The infection is spreading inside of me
Strange things keep happening
There's a monster inside of me
It's been growing, look closer you can see
If I get to heave, my dear mother would cry
Ain't no boys with monsters in their insides
Accelerating faster through the sticks it nearly killed me
But my new skin's made of sticks 'n' stones 'n' bones
So come on in, throw a punch
Ah the mind's a terrible thing to chuck in the waste basket
They say it and I believe it
The soul is disposalbe though so show me
To the janitor and the janitor's closet
B-E-L-L-A-W-O-O-D
Spells Bellawood
And I want you to see
The infection is spreading inside of me
Strange things keep happening
Strange things keep happening, all around my head
Strange things keep happening
I broke my glasses head b***ing Francis Dec
Be careful where you're walking
Cause someone or somethings
Faint cologne is queer
And be mindful of the m************ bats and rabid rabbits
You'd be crazy to feed the s******* ghost
And nobody even knows what's in that funky demented-looking shed
B-E-L-L-A-W-O-O-D
Spells Bellawood
And I would leave if I could
But i've been cut by the brambles
And i want you to see...
The infection is spreading inside of me
Strange things keep happening
There's a monster inside of me
It's been growing, look closer you can see
If I get to heave, my dear mother would cry
Ain't no boys with monsters in their insides
Accelerating faster through the sticks it nearly killed me
But my new skin's made of sticks 'n' stones 'n' bones
So come on in, throw a punch
Ah the mind's a terrible thing to chuck in the waste basket
They say it and I believe it
The soul is disposalbe though so show me
To the janitor and the janitor's closet
B-E-L-L-A-W-O-O-D
Spells Bellawood
And I want you to see
The infection is spreading inside of me
Strange things keep happening
Strange things keep happening, all around my head
Strange things keep happening