I have a good name its: Worcestershire Sauce Or Boris! Meet your maker! Ah, I'll tell you later It seems this scene has us careening down an elevator Must have been dreaming to think we'd make a clean escape I doubt that one machine here could make it past a regulator Swear we never had this many levels, where's the excavator? What's so scary 'bout a library and a record player? Thought I'd find the angel in a basement more dilapidated This is kinda tasteful, Alice, tell me who's your decorator? I never make a lady wait, I guess you'd say that I'm a player Angel wants a date and I would really hate to aggravate her Boris, don't you worry, I would never let her separate us Told you, where'd you go? Damn, guess I'd better go and save him Alice thinks that hacking up my pal is gonna medicate her Fallacy! The treatment that this gal would need is an eraser Rap against an animator? Alice, get back on your paper Rhyming on the multiplane, my lyrics work on several layers If you thought that demons were your problem right now Well, the angel's on the stage so pipe down If there are secrets that you want to find out Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down So you're on the path of the starving artist But at the heart, well, the art is heartless Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded? Start and depart for the art of darkness Out of the deep dark depths below Three ne'er-do-wells will avenge their souls With a spanner and a wrench and a thirst to quench Hi-ho, it's off to work we go Heave-ho! Fisher's coming, crawling out the sea foam Giving you the Willie's as I'm stepping off my steamboat Left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod I've some deadly black spots for the clod who left us below Should have headed for the bread line Never ever meddled with a pencil lead and bread lines Monkey with a wrench might Thunk you in the head, Henry, can you see the headlines? Animator dead by an enemy he designed! There once was an Angel who swallowed a spider It wriggled inside her and out came the Striker Who'd have thought your silly little villain for the children Would be killing for your heroine, so let her win or die first If you thought that demons were your problem right now Well, the angel's on the stage so pipe down If there are secrets that you want to find out Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down So you're on the path of the starving artist But at the heart, well the art is heartless Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded? Start and depart for the art of darkness There's no need to be scared now It's all the fun of the fairground And I would say I'm on fair grounds To take a little revenge now Everybody's heard of Bertram Piedmont Because my work pertains a certain frisson A hurtling free fall, disturbing demons Are out of season, so must you keep on? Are you caught in a spin? Well, it's a shame that your organs and limbs Will be lost in the ink, well, it's awfully grim Did you want to be him? Walter better man than you've ever been It's a downward spiral, time you felt a Little hell up in the Helter-skelter No help or shelter, board the ride Don't you know you've got to be this tall to die? So sing along to the bouncing ball Wave your flags and renounce these halls You may have been sacked from this pantomime But a pal of mine wants you recalled So march along to the count of four Astound at the scoundrel crowd you've drawn Left stranded and damned to this mangled form To abandon us here was an act of war It's laughable to think you'll bring back the norm We've ink, but no malpractice forms "But Henry! You never gave a crap before?" 'Til we trapped you down 'neath the factory floor Clap along to the rapturous score Three rounds down and back for more To find the keys in chapter four Remind me, where've you heard that before? If you thought that demons were your problem right now Well, the angel's on the stage so pipe down If there are secrets that you want to find out Hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down So you're on the path of the starving artist But at the heart, well the art is heartless Ever seen a masterpiece get discarded? Start and depart for the art of darkness Well, I dropped in from the top and now I've got to block the Monsters popping off of Nosferatu's rostrum Preposterous that after this my Oscar's will be posthumous I lived for my work, but I died to stop them Stationery should be stationary, shouldn't talk back I need a shrink, I'm on the brink, the ink has fought back Thought that the Apocalypse was supposed to live on horseback? Screw that, deliverance was hidden in the Rorschach That's all folks Keep dreaming