Marillion

Track 2 of _Script For a Jesters Tear_
Light switch, yellow fever, crawling up your bathroom wall
Singing psychedelic praises to the depths of the china bowl
You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head
You should have listen to the priest at the
confession when he offered you the sacred bread.
He knows, you know, he knows, you know,
he knows, you know, but he's got problems.
Fast feed, crystal fever, swarming through a fractured mind
Chilling needles freeze emotion, the blind shall lead the blind
You've got venom in your stomach, You've got poison in your head
When your conscience whispered, the vein lines
stiffened, you were walking with the dead.
He knows, you know, he knows, you know, he knows, you know
He's got experience, he's got experience, he knows you know
but he's got problems, problems, problems.
He knows... Slash wrists, scarlet fever,
crawl under your bedroom door
Pumping arteries ooze their problems,