Wait Until I Get My Hands On You

Go ahead and eat your death
 Lick your lips and see what fruit bears
 It's your mouth, it's your throat, it's your belly
 What's it to me, you seem happy
 To blindly toss those apple seeds
 Of vile discourse and the flit and the spit and the bile, all the while
 It serves you right, it serves you right
 To take your clothes off by the hearthside, then join me bedside
 Where the houses are eating their owners
 Yeah, it serves you right, it serves you right
 'Cause god forbid you ever let me inside, or there within
 Heaven forbid you'd show your underbelly
 So go ahead, hold your breath
 Be my guest, and see if I care
 'Cause it's your life, it's your body in the morning
 What's it to you, my sweet bijou
 'Cause if you knew what was good for you,
 You'd stand there lowborn to drop every rampart and drawbridge
 So save your breath for cooling your tea and your porridge
 So help yourself, it's okay
 'Cause if this gets you through the night
 Well then hey, hey it's your night, and it's your right, it ain't my business
 Red vein your nose with cheap cologne
 And let's slither out of these filthy clothes
 And dust you off, send you off, get you breathing
 And I don't wear my safety belt
 And I don't watch my ass when I'm by myself
 And I sleep like a baby with candles burning
 And I skip down dark alley lots
 And I don't look both ways before I cross the street
 Or my heart or my fingers and my fingers say
 It serves you right, it serves you right
 'Cause if it makes you feel a tiny bit warmer reside by the torch light
 With the outright crass indistinction
 And it serves you right, it serves you right
 'Cause god forbid you ever let me inside or there within
 Heaven forbid you give a good god good evening
 So go ahead, hold your breath
 Be my guest, see if I care
 'Cause it's your life, it's your face in the place of the mirror
 And here's to you, merci beaucoup
 But wait till I get my hands on you
 That's all what you will get – a bear hug from your armless brother
 So save your teeth for the toothy grins to your mother
 Yeah, go ahead, please yourself
 Wring your hands, throttle best-laid plans
 They're alive, they're a bishop, a loose leaf, a bottle
 I come to hear my neighbors' thoughts
 So I will saunter down this hallway dark
 I'm alive, I'm alive, I'm alive, god willing, I'm alive