3 a.m. — Verse 2

I wonder what's on the tube, maybe they'll show some boobs

I reach for the aloe and lanolin, bust all over the wall panellin'

Dismantlin' every candle on top of the fireplace mantel and

You can see him standin' in my front window if you look in

I'm just a hooligan who's used to using hallucinogens

Cutting and bruising the skin, razors, scissors, and pins

Dazed and I'm so confused

Days that I don't know who gave these molecules to

Me, what am I gon' do?

Hey, the prodigal son, the diabolical one