Black Box Warrant (Bonus) [Live] Will Wood and the Tapeworms

[Spoken]
Yes, Jon?
Ladies and gentlemen, Jonathon Maisto!
Big round of applause for this guy for putting up with my shit for so many years!
(Nice shirt, Jon! Thanks! You're welcome!)
Working a little bit better now buddy?

[Verse 1]
Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Anaphylaxis with a pack of bottle rockets
Oh, the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
With a bag of tangerines in his back pockets
And the method with which he recycled his vitamins
Had started to leave scars on the corners of his eyеs
And looked through the white-out rеvelation shame[?] he saw no stars
Even underneath the wide Ohio skies

[Pre-Chorus]
Shields himself from reason in a Teflon alabaster jacket
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
Screams his thoughts to hear them
Over self-assured sarcastic racket rabble-rousing babble round the table people to the power

[Chorus]
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
If it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down