Pop Will Eat Itself - Touched by the Hand of Cicciolina lyrics

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? Toough sh**! Bad trip? Tough sh**! Bad trip? Tough sh**! That's what you get when you think with your dick! ----------------------------------------------------