I got it in me, feed it! I got it in me, keep it! I got it in me I was a missing kid till I was twelve Spiky pie for plucky kid I laugh out loud and loud, loud enough to bleed "Wake up or I'm gonna throw you out!" Pigs in line It could be me, need that plot It could be you, feed that zealot Sense my freeze-dried pact fact Tense your palsy, close to wheezy, where's blear fear? Diktat in my bloody head Diktat in my bloody head Diktat in my bloody head Free peak freak It could be me paste that dead It could be you waste that bread Catch my boots run away to misplay It's gunplay, where's clear tear? Diktat in my bloody head Diktat in my bloody head Diktat in my bloody head Check out inside, just in case... Diktat in my bloody head Diktat in my bloody head Diktat in my bloody head Diktat in my bloody head I got it in me, feed it! I got it in me, keep it! I got it in me I was a missing kid till I was twelve I take a stimulus, frisky! It tastes too sweet Hundreds of missing with hands on tails still