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