I see a woman with serpentine hair, and her eyes ablaze I see a devil, underfoot of the woman and howling with a rage Poor little devil, maybe she'll put you in a pretty little cage I got stung last night I got stung last night It was by a prophet incarnate Yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, huh, huh Yeah, yeah, yeah I see a poor man with head held high and crawling out the ash I see a poor man with a great stone hammer, breaking down your class Keep swinging little poor man, you've got behind you all the punks and social outcasts I got stung last night I got stung last night It was by a prophet incarnate Yeah, yeah, yeah Huh, huh, huh Yeah, yeah, yeah I find no interest in the methodical stabilities of the sane For, I delight in the shadowy corners of unhinged thought, eating up my bad brains I got stung last night I got stung last night It was by a prophet incarnate