H.B. Is in Control
Lyrics
South-side Dennis
I was amazed
As I quietly surveyed the damage
I did my best not to attract attention
Just a glass of water and a ham sandwich
Crystal came round
One more time
And her demeanour was most concerning
She dropped a pitcher
Screamed bloody murder
At some moment the kids had started burnin'
Don't call the cops
Don't call the fire department
Hieronymous Bosch
In control
Supernatural, yeah
Hieronymous Bosch
Is in control
The town errupted in a medieval mayday
You know that's now darkness and misery
I started thinking this is getting bubonic
And I better split
Before they get to splittin' me
The stuff was tickin', it was
All confusion
The manager managed to find the money
I got up on the counter, said
"You all must be trippin'"
If this is some kinda joke
Then it ain't funny
Don't call the cops
Don't call the fire department
Hieronymous Bosch
In control
Supernatural, yeah
Hieronymous Bosch
Is in control
Those of you who might suspect
I am given to exaggeration
Like them or not
The facts are facts
They are not open to interpretation
Think first and do the pandemonium
I didn't sign up for this
Think first and do the pandemonium
I didn't
I didn't sign up for this
Don't call the cops
Don't call the fire department
Hieronymous Bosch
In control
Supernatural, yeah
Hieronymous Bosch
Is in control
Don't call the fire department
Hieronymous Bosch
Is in control
Supernatural, yeah
Hieronymous Bosch
Is in control
Writer(s): Dan Maines, Jean-Paul Gaster, Neil Fallon, Richard Sult
Copyright(s): Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
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