Here you are Mister Pretty Pony

I said I like the taste of my own medicine
No one ever writes back to Russia
Tiny boxes behind my back in the eye lids
Same old shit on a brand new day
But I said I like the taste my own medicine
Pared down the whispers to a glistening shadow that I shaved off in the morning
And there's a card-house under the kitchen cabinet I'm off in some deserted bathroom
Tasting my own medicine
So please knock
Once if by sea
Twice if you know me
It's by design
But shredded the documents
It comes in the mail
Thank you for the garbage
I have some just like it at home
Wow that was fast