Token Drug Song

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 shit! Bad trip? Tough shit! Bad trip? Tough shit! That's what you get when you think with your d**k! ----------------------------------------------------