| Lyrics: | Theres a spaceman,
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 |
