I read it in a book in school
  I read it with ‘Janet and John’
  No matter how you know the man
  You can't trust what he’s on
  Some time later when he's on his own
  What once was muscle is now bone
  
  I see a skull on a stick
  I see a skeleton with skin
  I'm getting by just the best I can
  While you're directing traffik
  
  You can't judge a man by his skin
  Or a book by the cover it's in
  But I can't help feel it's true
  The devil's got a hand on you
  
  In a world of laughter where the madman thrive
  You’re sewing up your death shroud from the inside