The Obscure

Got it goin? I got it goin. I got it goin like I know who's on the inside lookin out, and who's on the outside lookin in.
We got it goin. All of us do.
There, in the street, a garroted man bleeds, a snarling wolf tears out his entrails, and he smiles, and pets the wolf's head.

Lookit me champ, I'm a mental cripple. Handicapped, I said, stab it. Stab it sideways, stab it like you just don't know.
Whoa brother, I've lost the tingling, I don't care anymore bout nothin.
Whoa sister, I've lost the feelin, I don't care anymore bout everythin.

Stack 'em up, roooooooll 'em out, you don't know why and 'ROUND HERE WE DON'T ASK WHY.
You lost it, baby. Lost it hard, lost it fast; lost it sideways, lost it like you just don't know.
Stab it again, I said, stab it, show 'im who's boss. Slap it to me, shack up with a frenchman, pussy. We are lost in this wild world and I got NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT.
So STAB IT, bitch. Stab it SIDEWAYS. Stab it like you JUST DON'T KNOW.
but don't ask me for answers, stevie baby, just slam your letters down on the page
and call me Captain Shub-dee-rub, it's all in your interpretation.