Mono Gnome

The Gnome tries talking to his head
 What does it tell him about him, about himself
 Do you want to be insane still?
 Whatever I do, my head, I do it for the thrill
 Do it for the thrill
 A bit of a spill
 Got to walk for the kill
 Do it for the thrill
 The Gnome's knife is stained with his blood
 A nasty glare, waiting on his prey to come
 His need to ride the Devil's woman
 Whatever he does, my friend, he does it for the thrill
 Do it for the thrill
 A bit of a spill
 Got to walk for the kill
 Do it for the thrill
 Come with me to the mountain top
 Let me show you the dreams we've bound
 The lady atop here, wishes you were here
 The Devil's mistress, she lays bare
 For in the shadows there are lies
 The mistress rides, she rides the Gnome hard
 They set the world on fire
 The Mono Gnome he crawls