The eleventh track off the first Andy the Doorbum full length "The Doorbooth Album (You're Going Crazy, And I'm Coming With You)"
Because I have seen them. Let me tell you one thing, I have seen them. And I have heard them talk. Heard their banter. Seen the putrid fumes rise from their mouths like a toilet gasping for air after an overweight man has just finished trying to wipe himself clean. These are the same people who, after getting their heads bashed in by a sledge hammer, do not call for a doctor, or an ambulance, or a hospital. They ask for a mirror to make sure the ordeal didn’t mess up their hair, because they know that an unbrushed scalp is a breeding ground for the devil. But when they look, oh glorious day, when they see their reflection they will be cleansed by their own blood, coming from that newly formed crater in the top of their heads. And when they see it. When they know. When they have tasted that righteous offering, they will not be blind, for they will have seen something they shall never see again. And that is themselves….dying…..on a blessed day..