Special Secret Medicine

[Verse 1]
My special, secret medicine
Safe in the cabinet
Next to what I used to like
What makes me good?
It's sorcery, my own special kind
No one else could understand
No one else could understand

[Verse 2]
Yellow backpack, it's a special place
I got things in all the pockets
I brought my toothbrush, but not my tooth paste
I'll use my secret stuff instead

[Verse 3]
I burned a bible, it was obnoxious
I'll keep to writing on my hands
In the compost, that's where you'll bury
Please reuse my rotting flesh
Please reuse my rotting flesh