The Fabric Of My Brass Knuxxx

When you cut your umbilical line

The afterbirth on the surgery floor

Said god look up at my mind

I could take this creature any time



The fabric of

My brass knuckles

Fit you like a glove

It's the logical antidote



You traded in a Honda

On a new Miata

I caught you dead red handed making head

With my friend on the bathroom floor

Of a discotheque

Eject the longitude

Referenced it back to my attitude and said



The fabric of

(deception, deception)

My brass knuckles

(deception, deception)

Fit you like a glove

(deception, deception)

It's the logical antidote

(deception, deception)