Crack Hitler

Crack Hitler
Sink the eight ball
Buy the lady a drink
And nobody knows my name
Bodies float up
From the bottom of the river
Like bubbles in fine champagne
He's the one, no doubt
Walkin' on a tightrope
He's the one, no doubt

Got a gash on my head
And a grin on my face
And a shadow called danger
Hidin' in the sheets and on the streets
In the heart of every stranger
Here he comes, look out
We're depending on you
Here he comes, look out
(Hey)
Sweat on the brow and a tap on the phone
And lives are on the line
Pick up the briefcase
On a high speed chase
Breathin' by the roll of the dice
Reachin' up to the top
Teach the world a lesson
Reachin' up to the top
In regards to my usage of the drug
It modified my personality
To the extent that I was highly irritable
I was like a crack Hitler
Keep up the fight
And in the wink of an eye (never give up)
Oh ah look out
'Sink the eight ball, buy the lady a drink' sets the scene for a mysterious and intriguing tale in Faith No More's song 'Crack Hitler.' The lyrics describe a character walking on a tightrope, navigating a world filled with danger and uncertainty...