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[verse 1]
boris, meet your maker!
ahh, i’ll tell you later
it seems this scene
has us careening down an elevator
must have been dreaming
to think we’d make a clean escape
i doubt that one machine here
could make it past a regulator

swear we never had this many levels
where’s the excavator?
what’s so scary
’bout a library and a record player?
thought i’d find the angel
in a bas-m-nt more dilapidated
this is kinda tasteful
alice, tell me, who’s your decorator?

i never make a lady wait
i guess you’d say that i’m a player
angel really wants a date
and i would really hate to aggravate her
boris don’t you worry
i would never let her separate us
hold it. where’d you go? d-mn
guess i’d better go and save him

alice thinks that hackin’ up my pal
is gonna medicate her
fallacy! the treatment this gal would need
is an eraser!
rap against an animator?
alice get back on your paper
rhyming on the multiplane
my lyrics work on several layers

[chorus]
if you thought that demons were your problem right now
well the angel’s on the stage so pipe down
if there are secrets that you want to find out
hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down
so you’re on the path of the starving artist?
but at the heart, well, the art is heartless
ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
start and depart for the art of darkness

[verse 2]
out of the deep dark depths below
three ne’er-do-wells will avenge their souls
with a spanner and a wrench and a thirst to quench
heigh ho! it’s off to work we go

[fisher:]
heave ho! fisher’s coming crawling out the sea foam
givin’ you the w-ll–s as i’m stepping off my steamboat
left here by the gods and beheaded by a rod
i’ve some deadly black spots for the clod who left us below!

[piper:]
should have headed for the bread line
never ever meddled with a pencil lead and bred lines
monkey with a wrench might thunk you in the head
henry, can you see the headlines?
animator dead by an enemy he designed

[striker:]
there once was an angel who swallowed a spider
it wriggled inside her and out came the striker
who’d have thought your silly little villain for the children
would be k!lling for your heroine?
so let her win or die first

[chorus]
if you thought that demons were your problem right now
well the angel’s on the stage so pipe down
if there are secrets that you want to find out
hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down
so you’re on the path of the starving artist?
but at the heart, well, the art is heartless
ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
start and depart for the art of darkness

[verse 3: bertrum piedmont]
there’s no need to be scared right now
it’s all the fun of the fairground
and i would say i’m on fair grounds
to take a little revenge now
everybody’s heard of bertrum piedmont
because my work retains a certain frisson
a hurtling free-fall, disturbing demons
are out of season, so must you keep on?

are you caught in a spin?
wurlitzer shame that your organs and limbs will be lost in the ink
well it’s awfully grim, did you want to be him?
waltzer better man than you’ve ever been
it’s a downward spiral, time you felt a
little h-ll up in the helter skelter
no help or shelter, board the ride
don’t you know you’ve gotta be this tall to die

so sing along to the bouncing ball
wave your flags and renounce these halls
you may have been sacked from this pantomime
but a pal of mine wants you recalled
so march along to the count of four
astound at the scoundrel crowd you’ve called
left stranded and d-mned to this mangled form
to abandon us here was an act of war

[the butcher gang:]
it’s laughable to think you’ll bring back the norm
we’ve ink but no malpractice forms
but henry! you never gave a cr-p before!
’til we trapped you down ‘neath the factory floor
clap along to the rapturous score
three rounds down and back for more
to find the keys in chapter four
remind me, where’ve you heard that before?

[chorus]
if you thought that demons were your problem right now
well the angel’s on the stage so pipe down
if there are secrets that you want to find out
hop on the ink machine and ride those pipes down
so you’re on the path of the starving artist?
but at the heart, well, the art is heartless
ever seen a masterpiece get discarded?
start and depart for the art of darkness

[verse 4: henry]
well i dropped in from the top and now i’ve got to block the
monsters popping off nosferatu’s rostrum
preposterous! that after all this my oscars will be posthumous
i live for my work but i’d die to stop them
stationary should be stationary, shouldn’t talk back
i need a shrink, i’m on the brink, the ink has fought back
thought that the apocalypse was supposed to live on horseback
screw that! deliverance was hidden in the rorschach

that’s all folks! keep dreaming!



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