American Horror

Well, it's not what you think
But it is that thought which brought you into this web
Full of bees
Found you in the glue and began their stinging

Who could've guessed you'd be out on a stretcher
After your home stretch?
All pocked and bruised,
And they still you here at least ‘til the fit’s through

They trust you just to your own feet
And keep you here for a whole week
'Cause you're acting strap-down crazy
They keep you here for a whole week

The state house is a trafficked spot
You kick your dirty feet upon
Then that web with all those bees
Got your poor legs sticky, oh what a bad scene

Who could've guessed
You'd be down for a spell, blood out on a new bed
Figured you'd know
I would put the kid in me and wouldn't let him go

Trust me just to my own feet
And keep me up for a whole week
Baby, I feel so crazy
You keep me up for a whole week

(Straps down and belt off
Please take the ties up)

They trust you to your own feet
And keep you there for a whole week
If I don't think that you're crazy
Do I not think?