There's a spaceman in my ba!@&(t

There's an IV keeping time beside my bed


And a painting of Jesus wandering for a dart board


You know he's seen you naked a million times, a million times




I long to be dead and sleep with the fishes under the sea


They can swim through my head

And stop all the traffic jams, stop all the traffic jams


And there'll be no light tonight if I'm fated




There's a cartoon killer in my living room


Cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound


Like TV dinners for the third world, amputee dancing girls

You try but you fail 'cause you're bad at life and good in a vacuum





I long to be dead and sleep with the fishes under the sea

They can swim through my head


And stop all the traffic jams, stop all the traffic jams


And there'll be no light tonight if I'm fated, if I'm fated, if I'm fated