In my basement,
There's and IV,
Keeping time beside my bed,
And a painting,
of jesus wandering,
for a dartboard you know he seen you naked a million times,
a million times.

I long to be dead,
sleep with the fishes under the sea.
than can swim through my head,
stop all the traffic jams,
stop all the traffic jams,
and they'll be no lie 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 does for the third world,
amputee dancing girls,
you try but you fail cause your bad at life,
good in a vaccum.

I long to be dead,
sleep with the fishes under the sea,
that can swim through my head,
stop all the traffic jams,
stop all the traffic jams,
and they'll be no lie tonight,
if I'm fated,
if I'm fated,
if I'm fated