The Ringleader Pt. 2

They found Ringleader Jones
With his head in his hands
And his feet on the roof
Shoulda seen his old man
This guy gotta be 86 years old
But he punched a hole in the wall that'd make Balboa fold

Tell me what's it mean to love
Tell me what's it to be a man
If you let your only son get sliced up like a ham

Aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah
Aah, aah, aah

Ooh, ooh, ooh

When Jones was just five and his grandma was alive
She used to take him down the pharmacy to stir up some jive
There was pills of every colour on the shelf like skittles from hell

She rang the bell and a guy walked in
With a splintered peg leg and a chest for a chin
If you want some free fun and a laugh on the house
Then take yourself to city pills at 3 p.m

You got a sickness, oh, you got a sickness
Don't touch me with those hands, I've got the skin of a king
But you make money, oh, how you make money?
Just crawl inside the cage and watch it wash in

Those melody pops they sell in pharmacy shops
Had us ripping down the peace like a slug in the crops
Just put it in your mouth and give it a slide
And momma stops the fun with a punch in the eye

Back in my day we had the lemonade stand
Now it's just fat lazy coomers in a one man band
And they play video games until their pants start to smell
And then they whip out their dick and beat it deep into hell

You got a sickness, oh, you got a sickness
There's money to be made and you don't give a damn
Go make your money, go boy, make your money
Round up all those freaks into your one man band

Didn't I try, baby?
Didn't I give you everything you could ever need?
Water in a bowl, I put you on TV
Daddy told me, "Don't fuck a freak," no, no, no

But I keep running, I keep trying
I can't run away 'cause those three nipples are talking
And they've asked me to stay
Once you hit that freak pussy there's nothing above
It clings to you sweetly like the wind on a dove
Ooh, ooh (ooh, ooh)

Ooh, you can't say I didn't love you, baby
You can't say I didn't try (uuh)
Look at me now, I'm half a man (uuh)
But you'll always be an abomination in God's eye (uuh)

History tells of some murderous dudes
And the news channel calls 'em the red and the blues
And they'd round you up and stub you out without a second thought

I opened up my heart, man I let you in
Thank your lucky stars I'm not Xi Jinping
I could be Stalin, Mao or Khan, lining up the trains
But all I do is laugh at your funny names
All I do is laugh at your funny names
All I do is laugh at your funny names

All I do is laugh, all I do is laugh
All I do is laugh at your funny names
All I do is laugh at your funny names
All I do is laugh at your funny names
All I do is laugh at your funny names