Whistlin Pete Cinder

Yeah mother fucker's got his head all inside out
And he thinks it's quite stylish and he never goes without
And he says, "Baby you don't understand and you haven't got a clue,
Just step inside this twisted mind and walk upon my shoes!"
I know something that we don't
Go!
Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong
Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong
Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong
Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong
Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong
Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong
Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong
Mother fucker knows his head is all wrong
Yeah mother fucker's got his head all inside out
And he wears it like a crown of thorns and he never goes without
And he's the king who rules these streets
Preaches to the air
And shows us all a different side of those who stop and stare
I know something that we don't
Go!