I'm the picture of health   I'm called the evil one   We start a new religion   Now the fun's begun   Got the sex-beat from the Thunder T's   Got voodoo from our stars   We got a deadly weapon   We call it Bri's guitar      There's a method to my madness   It's something only time will tell   There's a method to my madness   Look inside my hell      When we got a message   They try and stop our song   Subliminal suggestions   You learned to play along   Once I lit a cigarette   They threw me in a cell   I think the hotel's burning   I hear those siren's yell      There's a method to my madness   It's something only time will tell   There's a method to my madness   Look inside my hell      Said we should be nice boys Like all those other wimps   I talk about conspiricies Then you crack the whip   "Well boy, you better shut your mouth You can't afford to bail   Now don't go telling secrets, This record's gotta sell"      There's a method to my madness   It's something only time will tell   There's a method to my madness   Look inside my hell