| She opens up and pulls you in, dabs a napkin on your chin | 
| She’s like an ornament on a hood, does the mambo like a piece of wood | 
| Taking you under, taking you under, for the duration | 
| The creamy liquid of your heart the vital substance that was part | 
| Of every beat and rhythm that has come unglued and riven | 
| Taking you under, taking you under, beyond sensation | 
| How could you lose so many things your keys your car your diamond rings? | 
| The very things that gave you inspiration | 
| How could you get sucked up like that how could you get so fucked up | 
| And let her treat you like an aberration | 
| It’s a character, character assassination | 
| The monkey’s paw and the powdered tusks the chicken feet and the corn husk Em | 
| The Spanish fly and the ginseng root the snake oil and the lotus shoot Am | 
| Ran out of magic, ran out of magic and stimulation | 
| How could you lose yourself like that? | 
| It seemed so pure and violent | 
| Until she hit you up for small change and devastation | 
| How could you allow yourself to rot? | 
| Now you’re vacant that’s your lot | 
| Now you’ve got to stop this disintegration | 
| Like a character character assassination | 
| Intro doo doos | 
| How could you drops so many balls? | 
| How could you blow so many calls? | 
| And take so many falls and still keep on tripping | 
| How could you miss so many shots? | 
| How could you write so many plots? | 
| And wind up with a book that’s less than gripping | 
| You drop her hand like a dead leaf steal her heartbeat like a thief | 
| Crush the bones beneath her skin the marrow and the calcium | 
| Now you’re under, now you’re under investigation | 
| For a character, character assassination | 
| Doo doos, fade |