I get the chills and it fills me with the tingling

Hearing lyrical genius can't come near

It's obscene just how clean

[?] Bacteria mean

Feelin' icy when I replay

All the magic

All the music

Oh

It might be your

[Verse 1}

I saw them standing in the avenue

With a busted veil

Wild man and his cleaner crew

Mud on his feet and a sign say

"The end is soon"

Boots fit snug like a glove in Italian shoes

Behind their scrubs is a licorice man with a face like rotten

With a sweet-tooth plan 'cause they cleaned him

And they cleaned

Cleaned

I saw them glare at the man with their poisonous peepers

Had stared so long like they caught a beamer

He froze then and there for he found

He was found

Found

They said

"You get the chills and it fills you with the tingling

Hearing lyrical genius

We can't come near

It's obscene

And how clean?"

[?] Bacteria mean

Feelin' icy when you replay

All the magic

All the music

Oh

It must be Yours

I saw them staring at his fingers

With a feverish hunger

Saw them nudging one another

Lick their lips with wonder

And the black licorice had covered up its eyes with paper

Stood bewildered at the spectacle

Then whispered to its neighbor

"Wonder

You'll plunder? The kid is younger? Hear his thunder?"

"But it's quite become an order

Resigned and resigned

That's why you signed up in the first place

Right?"

Oh

They cleaned him

And they cleaned and they cleaned and they cleaned

They said

"You get the chills and it fills you with the tingling

Hearing lyrical genius

We can't come near

And it's obscene

And how clean?"

The black licorice man said with his witty friend's grammar

Snapped a shoelace in his fingers

Choked up all his manner

And he closed out with science ending

"It looks quite like this surrender

To the strength of two hands

Man

You admitted

It isn't hard to understand

Is it?

And you get the chills and it fills you with the tingling