[Verse 1] Neon ticket in my back pocket Scuffed boots on a sticky floor Bouncer scans me like a barcode Says “You been here before?” Wireframe chandeliers buzzing Chrome angels on the balcony lean Bartender pours in ultraviolet Glow pouring out of the seams [Chorus] Typhoid Mary’s Orpheum Where the bad ideas all come from Catch that fever in your lungs You breathe it in You cough up funk Typhoid Mary’s Orpheum If you walk in clean You won’t walk out young [Verse 2] House band look like crash test prophets Scarred knuckles Mirrored eyes Guitar dripping motor oil Bassline crawling up my spine Dancers in biohazard sequins Masks on Hips talk loud Sweat writes warnings on the ceiling Letters melting over the crowd [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Doctor Doctor Check my pulse Rhythm’s wrong It kicks Convulses Heartbeat stutters Then it jumps Name the sickness—pure Raw [funk chant] [whispered vocals] One by one We lose our names Trade them in for dirt and flames Out there they still fear the plague In here we just ride the wave [Chorus]
