You go check the bible for an answer or two
If religion held the truth then the preachers wouldn't screw the altar boys
Come taste the cancer from my candy skin
And we'll breed more excuses than Bukowski tainted sin, so laugh it off

Cause if it's true you're halfway crazy then I guess it wouldn't take that long
To simmer under violent, hazy logic 'til the doctors mark you gone

We'll be victims of the floor with a dark, sharp craving to reach the master's shore
Would you sell your body just to make the score for a tranquilizer to an open door?
But is it wrong?

I made my peace with angels, then the boredom cut me off
Don't hand me your extinction if you haven't got the guts to pull it off

No more a cure for living than there is a cure for death
But we'll all take medication 'til the encore's read, so laugh it off

I can't make it anymore
Could you send in something soothing for the victims of the floor?
See they've got a guarantee if they pass out just once more
of a pain Killing halo for the victims of the floor But is it wrong?

Victims of the floor