Attack!nnLittle orange eyes coming from my roomnCutting up my hands, gotta clean up my woundsnBathroom poltergeist, running up his spinenSweaty nausea, palm full of red winennStriations up my armnnThe curtain's a man-of-war as liquid drips in menSmoking lady's wake, gotta get to LAnHands above the head, making out the willnForty-four and three-fourths, holding down the backseatnnBlood-poisoned castnWhen a good friend attacksnnHere comes Elvis!nnOrange eyes, coming for younUnbridled rage at 1 foot 2nOrange eyes, coming for menReady to wreck my whole familynnI know he's your brothernAnd I love him toonBut I'm so scarednSo what can we donnA gentle 12 lbsnWhen he's in your lapnBut pick him upnAnd he'll fucking snapnnWhen a good friend attacks