He's totally pregnant with his own self Opening his pores like a thousand cameras Filming and trashing, cashing in on debt Spraypainting everybody with his breath
You're like a magnet connected to nothing Eat it off the floor like a starving ghost Take it to the limit Take it to a midget Tell me what it's like to be your girl
You really gotta tell me, how you gonna tell me Nothing is sane
Down from the stage, the kids were in a rage Bathing in crap, craving for love Crazy animals leaping and sleeping Crawling around in the undertaker's clothes
You're like a magnet connected to nothing Eating off the floor like a starving ghost Take it to the limit Take it like a midget Tell me what it's like to be your girl You really gotta, you really gotta, really gotta