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 can understand No one else can understand Yellow backpack, it's a special place I got things in all the pockets I brought my toothbrush But not my toothpaste I'll use my secret stuff instead I burnt a bible It was obnoxious I'll keep to writing on my hands In the compost, that's where you'll bury me Please reuse my rotting flesh Please reuse my rotting flesh