S.O.S. Television city U.S. to broadcast me It's hard to get a trial At least a fair trial The girl's preteen But she looks so sweet She dropped her bobby socks just for me Now as for vanity... After all, what are they all built for If not to grow into luscious curves? Am i on your nerves? Too bad! All this s** and this violence came from my TV Your honor i beg your empathy The evil isn't in me, not in me... It's obviously a case of involuntary subliminal television Intoxicated insanity Insanity insanity insanity Am i on your nerves? Look at all you men You talk pretty but you don't got a head You take a tail to a ticket to bed Tie the s**ual noose Tie a noose You're pretty but you don't got brains You got rotten dummies You tell me it's cool to dress like a tramp In 10th century France I found heaven but i can't find hell You got the chair, Gas in the chamber You tell me I'm cruel I tell you you're mad But it's up to you She looks too good to leave alone Too good to leave alone Too good