On

Lucy doesn't move

Lucy doesn't give her opinion

Lucy doesn't see

And Lucy doesn't please anybody but me

Hands in the fire!

Your life is about to expire

Mole on the mind

I've got a present for you

No one came by today

Your house is beginning to smell

I have no vocation

'Cause nothing ever comes to my mind

And I don't have no message or nothing to offer

I just wanna be on

Disembodied voices in my filth-covered brain

And an outburst of hysteria

You can't tell if she is getting laid or dying

I won't stop till I get caught and ready for press

And all venereal sitcoms and Soap-Oprah diseases

I need validation

From whatever makes me feel I exist

Ain't got nothing to lose or nothing to win

When I'm falling in love

I'm a wild beast in the playroom

I'm the lonely vulture behind the screen

The World is a catchpenny show

Jenny Jones is the truth I know

Sex with you is just like TV

You're a stiff, an entertainer

They'd eat their hearts out in Las Vegas

Just wanna be on

I need validation

From whatever makes me feel I...

And I don't have no message or nothing to offer

I just wanna be...

...on

Just wanna be on my baby

I wanna be on for you