When hope seems to leave you And you fill the gap with gin And you dream of pencils writing by themselves And hate the tattoos on your skin When splatter films become Your entertainment No. 1 It's time to push the bu*ton and erase What kicks you out of phase When the night becomes your day But it's too dark to find your way And you forget to feed your dog until it bites And you think possibly you're gay Then I would suggest you better read the signs That tell ya, you're the chosen one To catch the train that leaves the city straight away Catch it before it's gone And drift towards the sun Then half the travel's done So push the bu*ton and erase What kicks you out of phase