Of course we're crazed
hell hath no fury an' all that jazz
we are fevered and addicted and mad as hell
tell us
are we not suppose to own the scared jewel
the irresistible magic box of delight
the golden cave of a thousand gems
the sizzling honeypots with the sweetest and mostest
that crazed men have killed and died for
do we not know that they carry their brains in their trousers
are they not all mere babies crying for mother's milk

Then this one rocks along
swaggering with tales he's well armed
and soon befall the evil eyes
he started it by bluffing Chris and Joan
who in stinking ivory begged a taste
that, sirens was to all sirens, a declaration of war
for he thinks he is better than us
what moor has the audacity to refuse ivory honey
so we chained and batter, hang draw and quarter that moor
baited, basted, roasted and goaled Othello
alas, he stands in hell's fire and smiles

what manner of a male we have here
we are beyond frustration, we are madder than raving madness
no man on two feet in living breath can go thus far
without our life giving milk to lick and ****
we are the givers of the planet, the creator of them
who the hell refuses to kneel and worship for a taste of our honey
No way will he live like a prince or a pauper
we are mad as hell and hell he will live
for to spurn the ivory touch
and holds the grace and purity of light
bans him from the delights of the dark

Of course we're crazed
hell hath no fury an' all that jazz
we are fevered and addicted and mad as hell
that moor sits on our chest and burns the recesses of our souls
we are consumed, inflamed, addicted, intoxicated and on fire
he shames us and his blood we must drink