Click here for more informations about the song. He’s totally pregnant with his ownself Opening his pores like a thousand cameras Filming and trashing, cashing in on death Spray-painting everybody with his breath

Yea like a magnet connected to nothing Eating 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 got to tell me how you’re gonna tell me Nothing to say

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

Yea 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 got it, you really got it, really got it