Killing yourself slowly from swallowing my love
because you like me
you really like me


Turning off your evil light
and calling off your dogs

because they bite me
yeah they bite me


You can wrap me up in newspaper
then cover me in gas
and then ignite me

yeah ignite me

Killing yourself slowly from swallowing my love

because you like me
you really like me


One of these days
I'm gonna get this thing to work
And I'll be boxing up and down

like some electronic jerk

Give me the night

give me money
give me more more more
Let me set the world on fire

Like there was no Al Gore
I'll be trashing regulations everywhere that I go
and I'm mashing my potatos like I'm from Idaho

I'm making it look easy
while it's anything but
I'll make you open up your wallet

while your piehole is shut

Hey baby!

I used to have a TV show
I used to be somebody
that you'd really like to get to know

When you need a home run hitter
I'd always get the call
I'd get you back up off the %#@!ter

Get your back up off the wall

But now

That was then
this is now
that was then

and now I'm a rail-roaded man
living in a ghost town
Everyday's another crisis

and I'm bleeding out my eyes
But here you come a-walkin'
and the night's about to

metabolize
hey!


Killing yourself slowly from swallowing my love
because you like me
you really like me


Turning off your evil light
and calling off your dogs

because they bite me
yeah they bite me


You can wrap me up in newspaper
then cover me in gas
and then ignite me

yeah ignite me

Killing yourself slowly from swallowing my love

because you like me
you really like me


My body sways to the rhythm
of your schizoid beat
And you keep breaking me down
while I'm moving my feet
hit me hard

hit me baby
hit me right in the face
and let your dirty bloody bloody
bleed all over the place


Hey baby!
I just can't let you let me go
I just can't eat your cookies
when there ain't no butter in your dough
Now you're talkin' your religion

and you know I don't believe
I'm gonna intercept your pigeon
and rip the tapestry of lies you weave