(feat. DJ Swamp)
First thing I remember was lying in the sand
When a plague of seven hor!@&(

Came across the desert land
They had one good eye between them
They were burning up the sky

When I asked why they had come for me
The ugly one replied
He told me


Ah, you better recognize
Aw, you better recognize, son


Next thing I recall well
I was hanging from a cliff

When an angel came to rescue
Me and held me in her grip
She said, "Everyone who's ever loved you

Gets hurt in the end."
Then she smiled and said, "Forgive me."
As she let go of my hand

She told me

(You been living out of pocket, out of your socket)

Ah, you better recognize.
(You been leaning like a Pisa, a moaning Lisa)
Ah, you better recognize, son

(Hip hip for all the busted, we are entrusted)
Ah, you better recognize.
(You come a pleading, but it's too late

We can't hear you're on the list now!)
And let your dim light shine.


Always darkest before the morning light,
Lord knows you ain't that bright
Better let your dim light shine


Just before I hit the ground
I woke up in my bed

I was dazed and I was weary
And my heart was full of dread
When I looked at my reflection

I was horrified to find
There were seven hor!@&( next to me
The angel close behind

They told me

(You been living out of pocket, out of the socket)

Ah, you better recognize.
(You been leaning like a Pisa, a moaning Lisa)
Ah, you better recognize, son

(Hip hip for all the busted, we are entrusted)
Ah, you better recognize.
(You come a pleading, but it's too late

We can't hear you're on the list now!)
And let your dim light shine.