Fated

There's a space man in my basement

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

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 tonigh

tif I'm fated

There's a cartoon killer in my livingroom

cut you open like candy and pull out your little wound

like tv dinners for the third world

and 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 tonigh

tif I'm fated