[Intro]
This old time radio program was originally aired live
Long before the advent of high fidelity
As a result you may detect an occasional
Surface noise or volume drop
Due to transmission problems so common to old radio
We hope however that any variance in audio quality
Will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this
One of the all time favorite-
[Chorus: Jamie Madrox]
How does it feel to be you?
How does it feel to feel the way you do?
It's so decisive, and I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you motherfuckers bound to underrate me
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Looking through the window as a thunder bolt strikes the ground
Wind blowing through the trees making irritating sounds
Like the voice in the back of my head but I'm immune
To the confines of Dracula's tomb
Nightbreed man-made Nosferat-ay
Child of the night sending shocks through your body
Fatter than Pavarotti, speak softly or back up off me
[Feline?], before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind
Sickness, what I depicted [distorted and evicted?]
Frequently described as being Twiztid or wicked
Predicted many sights seen happening to lives
Perform on the daily in disguise
Sinister, tell the minister to bless my soul
Mama baby mind broke and went outta control
Smash the remote control through television screen
Blame it on the movie or a dream, it's all the same
Mind games leaving prodigies paralyzed
Swollen little brain mesmerized
Then he dies, left alone in a world full of hate
Body rots away while his mind incubates
This old time radio program was originally aired live
Long before the advent of high fidelity
As a result you may detect an occasional
Surface noise or volume drop
Due to transmission problems so common to old radio
We hope however that any variance in audio quality
Will not take away from your pleasure in listening to this
One of the all time favorite-
[Chorus: Jamie Madrox]
How does it feel to be you?
How does it feel to feel the way you do?
It's so decisive, and I don't care if you like or you hate me
I know you motherfuckers bound to underrate me
[Verse 1: Jamie Madrox]
Looking through the window as a thunder bolt strikes the ground
Wind blowing through the trees making irritating sounds
Like the voice in the back of my head but I'm immune
To the confines of Dracula's tomb
Nightbreed man-made Nosferat-ay
Child of the night sending shocks through your body
Fatter than Pavarotti, speak softly or back up off me
[Feline?], before I gaze in your eyes and blow your mind
Sickness, what I depicted [distorted and evicted?]
Frequently described as being Twiztid or wicked
Predicted many sights seen happening to lives
Perform on the daily in disguise
Sinister, tell the minister to bless my soul
Mama baby mind broke and went outta control
Smash the remote control through television screen
Blame it on the movie or a dream, it's all the same
Mind games leaving prodigies paralyzed
Swollen little brain mesmerized
Then he dies, left alone in a world full of hate
Body rots away while his mind incubates
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