Transfixed to the TeeVee station, burning through my brain
Mutant news flashes from the neon grain
I'm a reptile, you're "Doug Quaid"
Go on, I say, I'll make your day
I'll give you what you want, but the price you pay
Is the pleasure, the pleasure is mine, I say
"Handed me your head on a plate,
How did you turn out to be so lightweight?"
I can't hurt you more than you've hurt yourself
I can't touch you, but you've already felt so high
Now you're going so low
Go on, I say, I'll make your day
I'll give you what you want, but the price you pay
Is the pleasure, the pleasure is mine, I say
"Looked into your blackened soul,
Your emptiness complete and whole,
Handed me your head on a plate,
How did you turn out to be so lightweight?"
Bad trip? Tough sh**!
Bad trip? Tough sh**!
Bad trip? Tough sh**!
That's what you get when you think with your dick!