Music Box
That second verse was

I almost look comatose, Who wants to be sober? Gross!

I foam like a doberman, mouth open I overdose
Put coke up my nostrils, in both my holes and I plug my nose
My pupils quadruple in size, eyes are so bugged I know

I put on my mother's make up, get naked and run around
Wavin' the gun around, I think I'm down to a hundred pounds
There's thunder, I wondering why it rains when the sun is out
The devils upset with his wife, they must be sluggin' it out
I must be buggin' the fukk out, but what the fukk about?
Voices are leading me up to the attic, I love my house

They pull and they tug my blouse, the sound of a music box
Comes from inside a toy chest, but what do I do?, it's locked

I pick it and open it but it's stuffed full of human parts

I dig til I find it, I wind it up and the tune just starts
It's playing a song, so beautiful and the room is dark
The moon is full, I smell a funeral, guess I'll loom in the park