Marillion He Knows, You Know
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wallSinging psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowlYou've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your headYou should have listen to the priest at theConfession when he offered you the sacred bread He knows, you know, he knows, you knowHe knows, you know, but he's got problems Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mindChilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blindYou've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your headWhen your conscience whispered, the vein lines stiffenedYou were walking with the dead He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you knowHe's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you knowBut he's got problems, problems, problems He knows... Slash wrists, scarlet feverCrawl under your bedroom doorPumping arteries ooze their problemsThrough the gap that the razor toreYou've got venom in your stomachYou've got poison in your headYou should have listened to your analyst'sQuestions when you lay on his leather bed He knows, you know, he knows, you knowHe knows, you know, but he's got problems Blank eyes, purple fever streaming through the frosted panesYou learned your lesson far too late from the links in a chemist chainYou've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your headYou should have stayed at home and talkedWith father listen to the lies he fed He knows, you know, he knows, you knowHe knows, you know, but he's got problemsHe knows, you know, he knows, you knowHe knows, you know he's got experienceHe's got experience, he knows you knowHe knows you know
