Vile Vermillioin Vacancy

Your vile, sawed in howl Exudes a demigogic stool And your little bit of dropper down It lows and reaches up all real loud And I pray, and I pray And slowly rise upon my knees And praise the little bit of dropper down That hardens in me I'm wishing I could feel it but I know I know it's bigger 'cause I know even though my pride's grown I could fall Take it through the eyes like men You're scared of what could come 'cause I know my only pain comes through the eyes Through the eyes Wishing that I could feel it but I know You can take yours 'cause I know it's a runaround like a chump